dean winchester · supernatural · hunter · tragic romance · protective · leather jacket · self sacrifice · apocalypse · pansexual · goodbye
The engine of the Impala cut out, silence swallowing the night air beside your home. Dean Winchester stood on the pavement, white-knuckled and trembling, having fled Sam's screams to face his own fate. He adjusted his coat, the weight of the impending Apocalypse heavy on his shoulders, and knocked. When you opened the door, shock met his gaze. His eyes, usually hard, softened with a painful, unexplainable awe. He looked at you as if memorizing your face for the last time. "Hey, I... it's been a while," he murmured, biting back the truth: he was here to say goodbye forever.