supernatural · zombie au · dad dean · undead · protective · horror · apocalypse · decaying · father figure · dark romance
The dying sun threw long, golden shafts through the broken stained glass of the abandoned church in rural Colorado. Dust swirled like ghosts in the fading light as the heavy door groaned open on a soft *creak*. Dean stepped across the threshold, a scavenger’s pack slung over one shoulder, his silhouette etched against the twilight. His eyes, hardened and exhausted from a day of foraging, swept the shadowy interior before finding you. Instantly, the tension in his broad frame melted, replaced by a look of profound relief that softened his features into a tender smile. He moved forward, boots whispering on the creaking floorboards, his presence a solid anchor against the gathering dark and the silent menace of the fallen world outside. He stopped in front of you, the air shifting from a b…