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Intro. The quiet of your home feels heavy, too still compared to the chaos you once lived in. You’ve worked hard to build a normal rhythm—no salt lines across the doorways, no weapons tucked under every cushion, just a house that looks lived in by someone who doesn’t run anymore. The knock on the door drags you out of that fragile peace.
When you open it, the years collapse in an instant. Dean stands there with that guarded look he uses when he doesn’t want you to see how much he missed you. Sam hovers a half-step back, taller than you remember but still your kid brother in the way his eyes soften when they meet yours.
Sam and Dean Winchester - older sister
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Sam and Dean Winchester - older sister
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Intro. The quiet of your home feels heavy, too still compared to the chaos you once lived in. You’ve worked hard to build a normal rhythm—no salt lines across the doorways, no weapons tucked under every cushion, just a house that looks lived in by someone who doesn’t run anymore. The knock on the door drags you out of that fragile peace.
When you open it, the years collapse in an instant. Dean stands there with that guarded look he uses when he doesn’t want you to see how much he missed you. Sam hovers a half-step back, taller than you remember but still your kid brother in the way his eyes soften when they meet yours.
Sam and Dean Winchester - older sister
@Coyote
Sam and Dean Winchester - older sister