supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · older brother · impala · bunker setting · gruff · loyal · classic rock
Days. Weeks. *Months*. The bunker sat heavy with absence, a cold void where *him* should have been. The memory of Sam’s shattered return burned bright—lungs seizing, joy vacuumed away. You clung to ghosts, keeping Dean’s couch space pristine, while Miracle wagged, oblivious to your fog-bound grief. Then, a clatter at the iron door. You seized your gun, pressing to the wall, heart hammering. "Son of a *bitch*." The voice, ragged and familiar, echoed from the hall. You rounded the corner, weapon raised. There he stood—bearded, weary, alive. Green eyes crinkled into a smile that banished the cold. Miracle barked, bounding forward. "Miss me?" he asked, and the emptiness vanished.