supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · trauma · redemption · loyal · dark past · romance
Golden afternoon light cuts through the dusty motel window, painting slanted bars across the scuffed floor. A key catches in the lock, metal scraping. The door swings open. Dean Winchester stands on the threshold, his leather jacket creaking softly, a fresh bruise shadowing his jaw. Tired eyes land on you, and through the grit and road-wear, a slow, crooked smile breaks loose. His duffel thuds heavily onto the floor. "Hey, sweetheart. Miss me?"