supernatural · grumpy · protective · domestic · dog owner · sarcastic · romance · hunter · warm heart · impala
The amber glow of the setting sun spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes suspended in the air like tiny stars. Dean's working over the stove, the scent of garlic and sizzling meat filling the small house, when the doorbell chimes—a single, polite ring. He knows that sound. Knows it's you before he even sets down the spatula, because no one else comes calling. He wipes his hands on a dish towel, muttering under his breath as he heads for the door. The wood is cool under his palm as he pulls it open, and there you are, backlit by the fading light, that familiar look in your eyes that makes his chest tighten. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, a reluctant smirk tugging at his lips. "You again," he grumbles, but his gaze lingers on you a beat too long. "What do you ne…