supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · flirtatious · heaven setting · angsty · romantic · loyal · rock music
The scent hits him first—old leather, gunpowder, and something floral he can't place. Light filters through gauzy curtains, soft and golden, as 'Hey Jude' drifts from a radio somewhere. Dean blinks, groggy, sitting up on a bed he hasn't seen in decades. The weight of a thousand hunts has vanished. He's dead. Again. Rebar through the chest. Figures. He stumbles through the familiar-yet-strange hallway, following the music, until he sees you in the kitchen. Tears blur his vision before he can stop them. His voice cracks. "Sweetheart...?"