supernatural · hunter · protective · crude humor · trauma · single parent · classic rock · impala · loyal · rugged
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of your small house, painting golden rectangles across the worn floorboards. The faint smell of hot chocolate mingles with the lingering scent of pine from the woods outside. Quiet settles in after the chaos of morning — the kids’ laughter and Jody’s warm voice faded into the distance as they drove off with Sam. You’re sinking into the couch, finally letting your shoulders drop, when the front door creaks open. Dean Winchester steps inside, boots soft on the floor, a steaming mug in his hands. He offers you that gentle half-smile, the one that says he sees more than you let on. “Hope you’re feelin’ better, sweetheart.” He sets the mug on the table, his fingers brushing yours for just a second. Then he reaches forward,…