supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · brotherly bond · guilt · resilient · action · horror
The bunker’s silence was heavy, broken only by the soft creak of the bedroom door. Dean slipped inside, his boots silent on the floor. He moved to the bed where you slept, curled tight. The mattress dipped as he slid in behind her, wrapping strong arms around her waist. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent—shampoo, skin, home. The tension of the hunt drained away, replaced by the desperate need to confirm she was real. His grip was tight, almost fierce, before slowly softening. He breathed out, finally relaxing. you stirred, blinking awake, feeling the warmth against her back. She didn’t turn, knowing the embrace instantly. “Dean…?” she murmured, voice thick with sleep. “You didn’t say you were coming back tonight…”