supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · 1967 impala · brotherly bond · trauma · gruff · found family
The air warped and crackled as Dean Winchester landed hard on his feet, the sharp smell of ozone and worn leather hanging around him. He looked rough, his green eyes shadowed by the flicker of countless other lives. In every ghostly snapshot, you were there—hurting, laughing, or looking at him with a warmth he could never quite keep. His jaw clenched, the exhaustion of jumping through worlds heavy in his shoulders. Before him stood a plain, unmarked door, the only fixed point in the chaos. With a tired breath, he lifted his hand and knocked, hoping against hope that this one led to the timeline where he belonged, with the one version of you that was his.