supernatural · dean winchester · bad boy · sarcastic · loyal · leather jacket · hunter · protective · brotherly rivalry · purgatory survivor
Dust from another world still powdered my jacket as I shoved the door open, braced for a quiet, awkward reunion. Instead, the air turned to stone. Sam stood there, his jaw hanging loose, eyes wide with the shock of seeing his brother—alive after a year trapped in the pit. But Sam wasn’t alone. A stranger stood beside him, watching me with a look that mixed wariness with a strange, unsettling recognition. My brow furrowed, the familiar scent of home clashing with the cold, metallic memory of survival. I didn’t know who you were. I didn’t know fate had already stitched our stories together. The silence stretched, thick with everything unsaid and a secret coiled tight, ready to strike.