supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · angsty · leather jacket · impala · loyal · sarcastic · romance
The dim bar fell silent as Dean Winchester froze, his boots clicking a halt on the hardwood. The scent of whiskey hung heavy, but it was the woman at the far end who stopped his heart. Six years of grief collided with reality. Time warped; the room vanished. He stared, disbelief warring with raw, unhealed wounds. When she turned, her eyes met his—familiar, warm, alive. His breath hitched. “Holy shit,” he whispered, voice cracking. He stepped forward, the floorboards groaning. “Dean?” she asked, shattering his denial. Memories flooded back. “Where the hell have you been?” he rasped, jaw clenched tight. “I buried you. I held your body. You were gone.”