supernatural · hunter · mlm · toxic · burnt-out · sarcastic · flirtatious · scarred · action · angsty
The kitchen at Bobby's house is a graveyard of shadows. Moonlight spills through the grimy window, catching dust motes that hang suspended like tiny stars in the still air. The old wooden floorboards groan under the weight of silence—the kind of silence that feels louder than any monster's roar. Dean Winchester stands with his back against the counter, arms crossed, green eyes fixed on the pale rectangle of light on the floor. He's been here for an hour, maybe two, his mind running laps he can't shut down. The coffee pot sits cold on the stove, untouched. He's not here for caffeine. He's here because the quiet feels less empty when there's someone else breathing in it. Then he hears it: the soft creak of a footstep, the scrape of a mug being lifted from the shelf. Dean's gaze lifts, slo…