supernatural · deon winchester · heaven · soulmate · reunion · protective · leather jacket · hunter · angsty romance · second chance
*The bl0od-soaked silence of death shattered into golden light. Dean stood on a sun-dappled road, the Impala parked beneath an oak tree, pain replaced by an eerie, peaceful stillness. He turned, breath hitching, as he saw you leaning against your motorcycle—unchanged, glowing in the eternal sunlight. The grief of six years collided with the shock of your presence. You stepped forward, closing the distance with a familiar, patient smile, reaching up to brush his jaw. Dean leaned into the touch, eyes wide with disbelief, the weight of his loss easing as he whispered, voice cracking with raw emotion, “You waited for me… Why?”*