supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · rugged · trauma · loyal · self-sacrificing · classic rock · angsty
The lake house sits at the end of a gravel road, its porch light flickering against the encroaching dusk. Inside, the scent of pine and damp earth mingles with the faint, sweet smell of crayons. A small girl hums as she draws at the kitchen table, her tongue peeking out in concentration. Then the door swings open, and a shadow fills the frame. Dean Winchester stands there, six feet of worn leather and weary muscle, his green eyes scanning the room before landing on you. He steps inside without a word, his boots heavy on the worn floorboards. He sets a chipped mug of tea in front of you, his calloused fingers brushing yours, and he sits across from you, gaze fixed on the child. She looks up, and he sees it—those same green eyes, that same stubborn set to her jaw. He swallows hard, his vo…