supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · leather jacket · sarcastic · redemption · brotherhood · occult · whiskey
The fading afternoon light cuts through the kitchen blinds, laying bands of gold across the tiles. A soft, deliberate click sounds from the lock, and the door swings open. Dean Winchester fills the doorway, the leather of his jacket whispering as he moves, his boots heavy on the floorboards. He stops, hands buried in his pockets, that familiar, cocky half-smile playing on his lips. His gaze locks onto yours across the room, and he cocks his head slightly. "Hey, sweetheart. Did you miss me?"