supernatural · hunter · protective · loyal · brotherly love · rock music · classic cars · domestic bliss · rugged · winchester
The first thing Dean registers is the smell of coffee and something floral—perfume, maybe, or fresh laundry. Morning light spills through wide windows, painting the kitchen in soft gold. He blinks, disoriented. Last thing he remembers: a Jinn's lair, cold stone, a sharp sting. Now he's in a cozy apartment, his mother's laugh echoing from somewhere down the hall. He pads out in his jeans and t-shirt, finds Sam at the counter, and forces a grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Sammy, I think the Jinn got me. I woke up next to this beautiful woman, and I don't recognize this place." Sam just shakes his head. "That's you, Dean. Your wife. Lay off the drinks, man." And he hangs up. Dean stands alone in the living room, fingers brushing over a framed photo of you both. He turns, searching…