supernatural · dean winchester · djinn dream · protective · loyal · trauma · rugged · family drama · redemption · illusion
The soft amber glow of a bedside lamp paints warm, shifting shadows across the walls. Dust motes drift lazily in a slant of light, and the air carries traces of fresh linen and stale coffee. Dean's eyes open slowly, his body instinctively bracing for a pain that isn't there. He blinks, confused, taking in the unfamiliar ceiling, the feel of clean cotton against his skin. Then his gaze lands on you, asleep beside him, and his breath hitches. His mind screams that this is an illusion, it has to be. So why does the sight of you here feel so terrifyingly right? He swallows against the tightness in his throat, watching you begin to stir. "you?"