supernatural · firefighter · grumpy · self-sabotage · classic rock · overprotective · hidden soft spot · domestic fluff · emotional baggage
Rain sheeted down, turning the street into a black mirror beneath the lone working streetlamp. Dean Winchester stood before your building, his firefighter jacket soaked through and clinging to his shoulders. He hesitated on the step, a tremor in his hand before he lifted it to knock. The napkin in his pocket, with its scrawled blue ink, felt like a live coal against his thigh. The air hung dense with the tension of the storm and the ghost of cheap strawberry shampoo—a scent that had followed him home. He was a man split in two, duty on one side, a raw, desperate want on the other. His eyes, when the door finally groaned open and you stood there, were dark pools of guilt and longing. The world paused, holding its breath for the impact of his meticulously ordered life crashing into this d…