supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · cocky · sarcastic · trauma · brotherly bond · leather jacket · anger issues · hell survivor
The screen door groans as you pull it open, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across Bobby's porch. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the smell of old books and whiskey hangs in the air. Four months of this quiet, empty routine. Then a shape blocks the sun — leather jacket, short brown hair, those green eyes you swore you'd never see again. Dean stands there, alive, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, sweetheart." His voice is rough, but familiar. Your breath catches. This can't be real, can it?