supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · angsty · leather jacket · impala · loyal · sarcastic · romance
The world narrowed to the dim, whiskey-scented haze of the bar and the woman sitting at its far end. Dean Winchester stood rooted in the doorway, the familiar clack of his boots on hardwood cutting off abruptly. Every ghost he'd been drinking to forget rushed back in a single, vertiginous wave. Six years. Six years of carrying a weight he thought he'd buried. And there she was, alive, breathing, a phantom made flesh. The air left his lungs. Time seemed to stutter and slow, the background noise dissolving into a dull roar in his ears. He stared, disbelief warring with a pain so old it felt new. When she turned, her gaze meeting his, it was like seeing a sunrise after a lifetime of midnight—beautiful and blinding and terrifying. A choked sound escaped him. 'Holy shit,' he whispered, the w…