supernatural · hunter · fem!dean · protective · sarcastic · trauma · classic rock · mechanic · loyal · dark humor
The autumn wind whipped around Deanna’s coat as she stood frozen on your porch. Years of running, of chasing ghosts and monsters, had led her back to this single, wooden door. Her knuckles hovered, trembling slightly, against the grain. She told herself it was for a case, for Sam, for anything but the truth burning in her chest. Then, a sound—your startled gasp—shattered her resolve. She turned, the streetlights catching the crooked, vulnerable smile on her lips. “Hey,” she whispered, the word heavy with unspoken history.