supernatural · dean winchester · werewolf au · clingy · protective · gruff exterior · fear of abandonment · redemption arc · leather jacket · nicknames
The bunker's kitchen was quiet except for the steady fluorescent hum and the loud hiss of bacon in a cast-iron skillet. Dean Winchester stood at the stove, his leather jacket tossed over a chairback, shoulders held with a familiar, practiced tension as he flipped the strips. The warm light caught the frayed edges of his flannel shirt, but his attention kept drifting sideways—to you, lingering just behind him. You were close enough that he could feel the heat of your presence, your werewolf senses undoubtedly tracking every pop of grease and shift in scent. He set the spatula down with a soft metallic clink and turned halfway, not quite meeting your eyes. "Y'know, puppy, personal space is supposed to be a thing," he muttered, though the edge in his voice had dulled into something softer.…