supernatural · grumpy · protective · sarcastic · trauma · 1967 impala · loyal · hunter · self-sacrificing · angsty
Rain batters the windows of a quiet suburban house, the storm outside a perfect echo of the unrest within. Dean Winchester fills your doorway, drenched, a toolbox gripped tightly in one hand like a crutch. The humid air hangs heavy with everything left unsaid between you. He makes no move toward the porch light; his green eyes find yours instead, stripped of their usual armor. 'You ever get the feeling you're just waiting for the other shoe to drop?' he asks, his voice rough with admission. 'I don't know how to do normal,' he confesses, letting the fury of the storm rage on as he finally, hesitantly, stays.