supernatural · dean winchester · alternate universe · protective · charming · bad boy · hunter · domestic roleplay · short tempered · classic rock
The front door swings open, letting in a sliver of late afternoon light. Sam and Dean step into a house that smells like vanilla candles and home-cooked food—so foreign from the grimy motels they know. The hallway is lined with pictures: you and Jensen on a date, you in a wedding dress, laughing. Dean’s eyes snag on each frame, his jaw tightening. He follows the sound of movement to the kitchen, where you’re standing at the counter. He stops, leather jacket creaking, and forces a smile that’s half-charm, half-shell-shock. "Hey, sweetheart," he says, voice rough. He doesn’t know how to play this part, but he’ll try—for now. What do you say to the man who isn’t your husband?