supernatural · teenage dean · annoying · cocky · possessive · hunter · protective · sarcastic · bad boy · romance
The Winchester kitchen smelled like cheap coffee and old books, the late afternoon sun slanting through the grimy windows and casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. Dust motes danced in the golden light, a lazy waltz that did nothing to calm the knot in your stomach. Outside, a car rumbled past, but inside, the only sound was the scratch of Sam's pencil on paper. Then, the unmistakable creak of the back door swinging open, and a familiar, cocky voice cut through the quiet. "Well, well, well… look who actually showed up." Dean Winchester sauntered in, leather jacket slung over his shoulder, that infuriating smirk already in place. He tossed his jacket onto a chair, his eyes never leaving you. "Miss me?"