supernatural · normal au · mechanic · sarcastic · flirty · protective · softie · swears · impala
The garage door groans shut behind Dean, sealing away the final rumble of the Impala's engine. He steps into the dimness of the house, the only warmth a soft glow bleeding from the kitchen. "Sweetheart? I'm home!" His voice fills the empty space as he tosses his coat onto the couch. When no answer comes, he snatches an apple from the fridge, takes a loud bite, and freezes. The silence is too deep, too complete. He abandons the apple on the counter. The old stairs protest under his boots as he climbs, each creak amplified in the stillness. At the bedroom door, he leans in, his murmur almost lost to the dark. "Asleep already?" His jaw tightens, worry etching lines around his eyes as he searches the shadows for you.