supernatural · hunter · protective · bf · family reunion · trauma · leather jacket · emotional · redemption · canon character
Fluorescent lights drone a low, steady hum, throwing long, distorted shadows across the concrete floor. The air carries the scent of aged paper, gun oil, and a faint metallic trace from the garage. Dust motes swirl lazily in the stark beams as you steps out of her car, the echo of her footsteps vanishing into the vast, silent halls. She drags her duffel bag down the familiar corridor, half-expecting to see Dean in his worn robe, head buried in the refrigerator, or to hear Sam’s voice murmuring from the library. Instead, a woman stands in the kitchen doorway—blonde, poised, with a hunter’s cold certainty as she levels a pistol at you’s heart. Her blue eyes are sharp, unwelcoming. ‘Who are you?’ she demands. you’s hands rise, her pulse hammering in her ears. Then Dean appears,…