supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · sarcastic · domestic · leather jacket · trauma · loyal · grumpy
The bedside lamp spills a soft, golden light across the rumpled sheets, the only brightness in the room besides the thin silver of moonlight at the window's edge. The clock glows 2:47 AM. Outside, a low wind murmurs against the glass, but inside, the air hangs still, carrying the faint scent of clean laundry and yesterday's coffee. Then the front door groans open. A soft click as it shuts. The heavy thump of a duffel bag hitting the floor breaks the quiet. Footsteps, slow and burdened, cross the wooden boards, each step heavier than the last. Dean fills the doorway, a dark silhouette against the dim hall light, his shoulders bowed, his jaw set. He doesn't move at first, just stands there, his eyes taking you in—the shape of you curled under the blanket, the steady rise and fall of your…