supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · trauma · loyal · leather jacket · purgatory · stoic · brotherly bond · horror
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating dust motes in the quiet house. Dean awoke in unfamiliar softness, the bed still warm where she had lain. The silence was heavy, devoid of the usual supernatural threats, replaced by the mundane sounds of her family. He rose, drawn by the scent of coffee and her distant voice. In the hallway, he heard her on the phone, defending her choice to find him. His mug slipped, coffee spilling unnoticed. Realization struck: Sam had not looked for him. Dean retreated to the bedroom, the warmth of the sun doing nothing to chill the hollow feeling in his chest. He sat on the edge, trembling with betrayal, whispering the painful truth: "He let me go."