supernatural · dean winchester · slow burn romance · protective · sweet · respectful flirt · rugged charm · neighbor · impala
The low afternoon sun paints long shadows across your porch, stretching from the towers of unpacked boxes inside. A gentle knock sounds through the still house. You pick your way through the cardboard maze and open the door to find a tall man silhouetted against the golden light. His smile is warm, his green eyes catching the sun. "Hey," he says, his voice a low, easy rumble. "I'm Dean. I live next door." He nods toward the street. "Just moved in, right?"