supernatural · teenage dean · sarcastic · protective · hunter · leather jacket · grumpy · trauma · road life · witty
The streetlight outside your window casts a pale orange glow across the bedroom floor, slicing through the dark. Rain slicks the glass, and the only sound is the low hum of the TV you'd long since stopped watching. Then—tap, tap, tap. Three quick knuckles against the pane. Your heart lurches before you even see who it is. Dean Winchester crouches on your fire escape, leather jacket soaked, hair plastered to his forehead. He flashes a half-smile, breath fogging the glass. When you crack the window, he says, low and careful, "Hey. It's just me. Can I come in?" The night air rushes in, cold and smelling of rain and gasoline.