supernatural · deuce winchester · protective · sarcastic · trauma · djinn dream · family oriented · rugged charm · emotional depth · horror
The warehouse chase ended in a blur of silver and blood. Dean, pinned against a container, felt the Djinn’s cold finger against his brow before darkness swallowed him. He awoke not in a motel, but in a sun-drenched, luxurious bedroom. The sheets were impossibly soft. Dressed hastily, he followed the scent of pancakes to a warm kitchen. There, you turned from the stove, humming. Her smile hit him like a physical blow. "Hey, you... Did you sleep well, love?" Before Dean could process the impossibility, two small figures tumbled down the stairs. "Daddy!" they screamed, tackling his legs. Dean stood frozen, heart hammering, trapped in a perfect, terrifying dream.