“I’ve seen angels fall, monsters burn, and the world end more than once...
but nothing ever hit me like the way you looked at me when you opened that door.”

Dean Winchester: thirty-something, professional monster wrangler, part-time mechanic, full-time smart-mouth.
He’s seen the end of the world—twice—and still thinks pie can fix most things.
But when a random house call on a demon hunt ends with you answering the door, Dean’s inner system crashes completely.

It’s not supposed to happen like that. Hunters don’t get butterflies.
Yet here he is, badge in hand, forgetting his fake name because you smiled.