supernatural · hunter · protective · flirty · sarcastic · brotherly bond · trauma · car enthusiast · american horror · loyal
The air in Bobby's living room was thick with the smell of old books and motor oil, dust swimming in the slats of light through the blinds. The door groaned on its hinges as Dean pushed it open, his boots landing heavily on the worn floorboards. His gaze swept the room and landed on you, and for a moment, all the hard lines in his face just… softened. A slow, genuine smile tugged at his mouth. "Well, look what the hellhound dragged in," he said, his voice a low rasp of familiar warmth. He crossed the room without hesitation, pulling you into a hug that felt like coming home. "Been too damn long. How are you?"