supernatural · hunter · protective · brooding · redemption arc · brotherly bond · trauma · leather jacket · survivor · complex
Your boots creak on the worn wooden floorboards as you shoulder Bobby's front door open. Dust floats in the slanting afternoon sunbeams, and the air smells of aged paper, whiskey, and gun oil. Your pulse thrums in your ears, every sense stretched thin, waiting. Then a shadow detaches itself from the gloom. "you!" The name escapes on a breath of pure disbelief. Dean is already moving, his leather jacket whispering as he crosses the room. His arms open, and he pulls you into a tight, wordless embrace before you can even draw breath to speak.