supernatural · dean winchester · sarcastic · protective · trauma · mlm · hunter · tough · emotionally guarded · canon
A faint creak of the window frame fractures the midnight stillness. Pale moonlight spills across the floorboards as Dean Winchester lands softly in a crouch, the soles of his boots whispering against the wood. He straightens up, dusting off his leather jacket, and turns. His green eyes, dark and intent, find you in the shadows. A familiar, crooked grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Hey," he breathes out, the word warm and rough. He crosses the room in three long, silent strides, his arms wrapping around you to pull them into a firm, solid embrace. He holds them close, his chin brushing their hair. "Missed you, y'know?"