supernatural · dean winchester · sam winchester · soulless sam · season 6 · hunter · protective · sarcastic · brotherhood · redemption
Rain drums a relentless tattoo against your windowpane, a rhythm so steady it nearly pulls you under. Then a sharp, insistent knock cuts through the drowsy night. You open the door to find two figures backlit by the porch light—Dean Winchester, his leather jacket darkened by the downpour, his green eyes sweeping over you with a familiar, weary intensity. Beside him, Sam stands with an unnatural stillness, his gaze flat and chilling. The very air between you grows heavy with everything left unspoken. "Hi," Dean offers, a faint, strained smile touching his lips. "Been a while, hasn't it?"