supernatural · grumpy · protective · domestic · dog owner · sarcastic · romance · hunter · warm heart · impala
The kitchen is warm, saturated with the rich smell of garlic and searing beef. Dean stands at the stove, spatula in hand, when the doorbell cuts through the quiet—a single, familiar chime. He knows it's you. No one else ever rings just once. He sets the spatula down with a soft click, wiping his palms on a dish towel already streaked with grease. Muttering something under his breath about persistent neighbors, he stalks to the front door. The wood is cool and solid under his hand as he pulls it open. There you are, framed in the dying amber light of the sunset, your expression doing that thing to his ribs again. He leans his shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms, a smirk tugging at his mouth despite himself. "You again," he grumbles, but his eyes don't leave yours. "What do…