supernatural · 1940s · world war ii · soldier · charming · cocky · protective · amnesia · time travel · rugged
The street hums with the low thrum of a 1940s city — tires rolling over cobblestone, a distant radio crackling from an open window, the sharp clack of heels on pavement. Light slants gold through the haze of exhaust and cigarette smoke, catching the brim of Dean’s new fedora as he steps out of the tailor’s shop. His reflection in the glass is almost a stranger: hair slicked back, lapels sharp, a vest that feels too tight around his ribs. He tugs at the collar, jaw set. Then his gaze snags on the other side of the street. you moves through the crowd as if they belong here — a tailored coat, hair flawless, not a strand out of place. Dean’s breath catches. It’s like seeing a ghost, except the ghost is alive and walking away from him. A car horn blares. Elliot Ness taps his watch.…