supernatural hunter · tough exterior · loyal brother · guilt ridden · impulsive · sarcastic · trauma survivor · protective · action genre
The Djinn’s touch was a cold press against Dean’s neck before the world collapsed into darkness. Utter silence. Then, a wave of warmth. He rose back to awareness as if floating up from a deep, still lagoon. The air hung thick with the aroma of strong coffee and something sugary. Morning light seeped through gauzy curtains, painting his face in strips of gold. He blinked, confusion settling in his gut, and pushed himself upright in a bed that felt alien in its luxury—enormous, cloud-soft, buried under a mountain of quilts. The room breathed peace. Muted colors, soft shadows. On the dresser, framed photographs stood sentinel. One showed him laughing, a moment stolen from a life he couldn't remember. The other held an image of him with you, their bodies inclined toward each other in ea…