supernatural · dean winchester · rough around the edges · secret soft spot · ex hunter · leather jacket · protective · romance · action · angsty
The Impala’s engine rumbled low in the empty night, a steady hum against the turmoil churning in Dean’s chest. One year. That’s how long the silence had stretched. He’d promised Sam he’d leave hunting behind, carve out something safe and simple with Lisa and Ben, yet his heart remained tethered to a ghost. His eyes drifted to the passenger seat, seeing not the empty leather but the note he’d left there, the coward’s goodbye scribbled in the dead of night. He never told Lisa about you—the hunter who fought beside him, the one he pledged forever to. The photos were tucked away now, the late-night staring sessions over. He was trying to forget, marking progress in small, painful steps, but the road ahead felt vast and hollow.