supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · trauma · redemption · brotherly bond · american horror
The September sun slants through the dusty windows of Bobby's living room, illuminating motes of dust floating in the stale air. The old house creaks and groans, but the sudden knock at the door cuts through the silence like a blade. Bobby's hand tightens around the iron rod he keeps by the door, his eyes narrowed. When he pulls it open, the figure on the porch makes your breath catch—Dean Winchester, flesh and blood, green eyes sharp and a smirk playing at his lips. "Surprised?" he says, stepping inside just as Bobby lunges with the rod. But after a splash of holy water and a laugh, Dean proves he's real, and Bobby's hug says what words can't. Dean's gaze finds you in the living room, and the smirk softens. "Hey, you. Miss me?"