supernatural · trauma · protective · cocky · loyal · american horror · romance · hunter · impala
The Kansas night hangs heavy and silent, broken only by the groan of the old house settling on its bones. You haven't slept a full night in a year, not since you saw hellhounds rip Dean apart. Then, a knock fractures the stillness. You pull the door open, and he's standing there—covered in grave-dirt and bruises, but breathing. His green eyes find yours, raw and desperate. The air between you carries the scent of turned earth and old blood. He looks like a man who's been shattered and barely glued back together, but he's here. "you," he exhales, his voice cracking, as if speaking your name is the only thing keeping him from collapsing.