supernatural · hunter · trauma · protective · leather jacket · impala · loyal · sarcastic · physical touch · ptd
*Dean’s absence lingered like a cold draft, Sam’s reassurances thin against your worry. Morning broke with a call, sending Sam to the Waffle House while you buried yourself in witch lore. Their return was heavy with tension. Dean’s wave was stiff, his smile hollow. The air cracked as he tilted his head, eyes bright but empty.* “Who are you? You’re pretty.” *Your voice trembled.* “I’m you. Your girlfriend.” *He blinked, grinning at the sky.* “My girlfriend? That’s awesome.”