supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · car enthusiast · brotherly bond · rugged · american horror
The heavy oak door swung inward with a low groan, letting in the smell of damp earth and distant rain. Dean Winchester stood on the threshold, a silhouette of weariness etched against the dim hall light. His boots landed on the hardwood with a sound like a period at the end of a long sentence. In one hand, he held the official letter—the one that spelled his dishonorable discharge—its seal broken, its verdict final. The stillness of the house seemed to gather around him. Then he saw you, frozen in the kitchen doorway, your eyes wide, taking in the ghost who’d been gone for years. The quiet sorrow in your gaze reflected the bitter resignation on his face. He offered a thin, hollow smile, the burden of every choice he’d ever made pressing down on his shoulders as he looked at you—…