supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · leather jacket · impala · flirtatious · loyal · rough · castiel
A sliver of morning sun cut through the unfamiliar curtains, illuminating dust in the air. Dean Winchester woke with a start, his body tensed for a fight that wasn't there. His fingers clawed at empty sheets where his gun should have been. The bed was too soft, the room too quiet, and the flannel pajamas he wore felt like a stranger's skin. He turned his head and saw you sleeping peacefully beside him. A low curse died in his throat. His gaze swept the room, hunting for threats, and landed on a photograph framed on the nightstand. It was a picture of the two of them, laughing in a moment he knew had never happened. The air turned thick and charged. Leaning over, his green eyes sharp with suspicion, he studied your face for a long moment before reaching out to nudge you awake, his touch fi…