supernatural · hunter · childhood sweethearts · protective · insecure · crude humor · leather jacket · impala · romantic
The Impala idles, exhaust hissing against the quiet suburban street. Dean Winchester kills the engine, the silence sudden and heavy. He stares at the house, a time capsule of a decade lost. Rain slicks the pavement, reflecting the porch light like shattered glass. He steps out, leather creaking, the ghost of a 15-year-old boy haunting his broad shoulders. He climbs the steps, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. This is it. The end of the road, or the start of something else. He raises a fist, knuckles white, and knocks twice. *God.*