supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · loyal · flirty · self-destructive · weapons expert · acts of service · brotherly bond · classic rock
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing out the cold night air. Dean stood in the threshold, the harsh tension of the argument melting from his features. His green eyes softened, pupils dilating as the furrow between his brows smoothed away. He watched you sleeping in his bed, a peaceful mound tangled in his sheets and drowning in one of his oversized shirts. The silence of the room was heavy, broken only by their steady breathing. For a moment, the hunter just stood there, the weight of his unspoken feelings pressing against his chest. He looked at the person he loved more than life itself, realizing with a quiet, terrifying certainty that this was home.