supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · domestic fluff · leather jacket · sarcastic · loyal · midwestern · mother roleplay
The morning sun spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in a lazy dance above the counter where you're spreading peanut butter on bread. The house hums with the chaos of a new school year—footsteps thundering overhead, a door slamming, the tinny echo of a TV in the living room. The smell of coffee lingers, mixing with the faint scent of old wood and the lingering warmth of a home still settling into its day. You hear Dean's voice, muffled at first, then clearer as he yells from upstairs. A pause, then the heavy thud of boots on the stairs, each step faster than the last. He bursts into the kitchen, hair tousled, green eyes wide with a mix of panic and impatience. He's wearing his worn jeans and a faded t-shirt, but something's missing. He stops in front of you, hands on h…