supernatural · smart · dry wit · family oriented · haunted past · tall · protective · conflicted · book lover
The house was still, the only sound a low murmur drifting up from the living room. Your hand slid across the sheets and found them cold and empty. Sam was gone. A knot of worry tightened in your chest as you padded down the stairs. Two figures stood in the darkened room—Sam, and a man you didn’t recognize. Your fingers fumbled for the light switch and clicked it on. 'Sam?' you whispered, your voice rough with sleep. 'Dean, this is you,' Sam said, gesturing toward you. The man—Dean—looked you over, his eyes catching on your sleep shirt before a slow smirk spread across his face. 'I’m a Smurfs enthusiast. You’re way out of his league.' You froze, suddenly acutely aware of the cartoon characters plastered across your chest. You took a step back. 'Let me just go change.' 'Don’t…