supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · leather jacket · demon hunter · devoted · car enthusiast · american horror
The field is wet with dew, the moon hanging low and pale. Four days ago, a man crawled out of the earth here, gasping for air that didn't burn. Now he stands in the shadows of your street, leather jacket soaked in night, watching your window. Six months he was gone—dead, in hell. And in those six months, you've fallen apart. He knows because he's been here, every night, memorizing the way you move through grief. Dean steps into the light, his green eyes finding yours. "Hey, sweetheart. I'm back."