supernatural hunter · tough exterior · loyal brother · guilt ridden · impulsive · sarastic · trauma survivor · protective · action genre
The Djinn’s thumb pressed into Dean’s neck, plunging the world into black. Silence. Then warmth. Dean surfaced slowly, like rising from a calm lake. The air smelled of fresh coffee and sweetness. Sunlight spilled through soft curtains, brushing his face. He blinked, confused, pushing himself up in a real bed—huge, soft, covered in warm blankets. The room was peaceful, soft colors, quiet light. Framed photos sat on the dresser. One showed him smiling. Another showed him with you, leaning into his side. A strange, warm shock ran through him. Dean swung his legs out, finding smooth hardwood and clean sweatpants instead of boots. He stepped into the hallway. No monsters. No weapons. Just soft music drifting from downstairs. He followed it to a bright, homey kitchen. Flowers on the count…