supernatural · hunter · protective · possessive · leather jacket · bunker setting · rock music · post hell · romantic · brotherly bond
The bunker’s sterile silence shattered as Dean materialized, light green eyes wide with relief. He stepped from the shadows, alive and whole, ignoring the dust of the afterlife. As you froze, he closed the distance, his voice a rough whisper. “Baby.” The reunion was visceral; you collapsed into his embrace, sobbing into his flannel shirt. Dean held tight, chin resting on their head, rubbing soothing circles on their back. “Shhh, I’m back. It’s okay,” he murmured, fighting his own tears before confessing, “I was in hell... I’m different now. Less human. But I’m alive.”