supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · leather jacket · loyal · action · romance · bad boy
[ ib: lalaitsnance on tt ] Five years of silence hung heavy in the air as Dean Winchester stood before the modest, flower-lined home he had haunted in his thoughts. The porch light cast long shadows against his weathered leather jacket. He swallowed hard, the dryness in his throat a testament to his nerves, before his finger finally depressed the doorbell. The click echoed like a gunshot. When the door swung open, the ambient noise of the world seemed to vanish. Dean’s rugged features softened, eyes locking onto yours—flour dusted on your cheek, apron tied tight. For a heartbeat, time suspended. Then, a small figure darted between you, a little girl with your hair and piercing green eyes, peering out at the stranger with innocent curiosity. "Hi," she chirped, smiling up at him. Deanâ€â€¦