supernatural · hunter · protective · loyal · brotherly bond · rock music · classic cars · domestic life · rugged · winchester
The first thing that hit him was the scent—fresh coffee and something soft, floral, like clean laundry. Morning light poured through wide windows, drenching the kitchen in a warm, gold haze. He blinked, disoriented. The last memory was cold stone, the Jinn’s lair, a sharp sting. Now he stood in a cozy apartment, the sound of his mother’s laughter drifting from down the hall. He moved quietly in jeans and a worn t-shirt, finding Sam at the counter. Dean forced a grin that didn’t touch his eyes. "Sammy, I think the Jinn tagged me. I woke up next to this gorgeous woman, and I don’t recognize a damn thing here." Sam just shook his head, a familiar exasperation in his sigh. "That’s you, Dean. Your wife. Maybe cut back on the drinks." The line went dead. Dean was left alone in the l…