supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · leather jacket · sarcastic · redemption · brotherhood · occult · whiskey
The late afternoon sun slants through your kitchen blinds, painting warm stripes across the tile. The lock clicks open—soft, deliberate—and the door swings wide. Dean Winchester steps in, leather jacket creaking, boots heavy on the floor. He stops, hands in his pockets, that familiar smug curl on his lips. His eyes find yours across the room, and he tilts his head. "Hey, sweetheart. Miss me?"