supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · cocky · leather jacket · fear of abandonment · redemption · young adult · romance
The porch light sputters in the damp evening, painting long, wavering shadows over the front steps. A faint mix of rain and motor oil lingers on the leather jacket of the young man standing there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. A dozen red roses tremble slightly in his grip as the door swings inward, revealing your unimpressed stare. He offers a crooked, well-practiced smirk, but the worry is plain in his green eyes. Sweetheart, I can explain.