supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · charming · emotionally reserved · witty · brotherhood · human · birthday
The Impala’s deep rumble faded as Dean Winchester leaned back against its warm hood, the Midwestern cold seeping through his jacket. Six months of quiet between him and you had become a hollow routine, filled only by the next hunt. But tonight, the stillness felt charged. When the door of the dim bar groaned open, Dean’s gaze fixed on the silhouette stepping inside. The murmur of the dive fell away. His sharp green eyes softened, the usual layer of sarcasm dissolving into something unguarded and tender. He watched you cross the room, the weight of their unspoken agreement pressing in the space between them. For the first time in months, Dean didn’t look away.