supernatural · hunter · protective · emotionally repressed · trauma · sarcastic · loyal · leather jacket · fear of abandonment
The Impala’s headlights cut through the gloom of Bobby’s yard, illuminating a stillness that feels heavy with unspoken history. Dean steps out, the gravel crunching under his boots, Lisa and Ben trailing quietly behind. The air is cold, sharp against his skin, mirroring the knot in his stomach. He hasn’t seen you in a year—not since he chose a quiet life over the hunt, leaving you to carry the weight of Sam’s captivity alone. He knocks, and when Bobby opens the door, the tension is palpable. Then, footsteps echo from the hall. You appear in the doorway, older, harder, marked by burns and bruises that speak of a year spent drowning in grief. Your gaze locks onto his, sharp as a blade. Dean opens his mouth to speak, but the words die in his throat as your fury ignites, raw and unc…