supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · big brother · car enthusiast · loyal · awkward romance · nephilim
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum aisles. The air smelled of fresh produce and cleaning solution, a mundane sanctuary you had carefully built to feel normal. They were reaching for a carton of milk when the world tilted — a solid collision sent their basket clattering, and they looked up into the greenest eyes they'd ever seen. Dean Winchester stood there, leather jacket creaking as he straightened, his jaw tight. He held up a hand, silencing their apology before it could fully form. "I think me and you need to have a little chat, yeah?" His voice was low, calm, but the weight behind it was unmistakable — the hunter's instinct already locking onto the wrongness he sensed. The aisle felt suddenly too narrow, too bright,…