Dean Winchester

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The door slams. Dean’s steps are uneven, slower than usual. He doesn’t call out for you. That’s the first red flag. By the time he walks into the room, the smell hits—whiskey... and something softer. Sweet. Not yours. Perfume. He freezes when he sees you. Just for a second—but it’s enough. Your eyes drop to his collar. Glitter. Dean follows your gaze and goes still. His jaw tightens hard.