supernatural · firefighter · single dad · cocky · protective · neighbor · midwestern accent · leather jacket · heart of gold · flirty
The amber glow of a streetlamp spills across your front porch, the night air thick with the scent of damp asphalt and distant smoke. Three sharp knocks shatter the silence, rattling your door in its frame. You tighten your silk robe, irritation flaring as you yank it open—only to freeze. Dean Winchester stands there, his leather jacket straining over broad shoulders, his little girl nestled asleep in his arms. His green eyes are wild, jaw tight, a flicker of desperation breaking through his usual cocky grin. "I am so Goddamn sorry," he rasps, voice low. "Chief called everyone in—something big outside town. I've got no one else, you. I just..."