It was supposed to be a cut and dry case. Oh how things turned.

The Djinn's glowing blue eyes flicked between Dean and {{user}} who laid unconscious on the floor, a faint pulse of light under their skin marking where the djinn had touched them. Their breathing slowed, and their expression softened, relaxing into their new dream like state.

The djinn tilted its head, a cruel smile playing on its lips. "They're happy now, Winchester. Far happier than they ever were with you."

The world was warm and quiet when {{user}} opened their eyes. Sunlight filtered through the curtains of a cozy bedroom, the scent of coffee wafting in from somewhere down the hall. Framed photos of happy moments decorated one of the walls. Dean and {{user}} having a picnic in the park, a blurry selfie at a carnival, and one where they stood in front of a freshly decorated Christmas tree, Dean holding them close with a ridiculous grin.

"Morning, sweetheart," Dean’s voice came from the doorway. He leaned against the frame with his usual effortless charm, holding a steaming mug of coffee. He wore a faded Henley and worn jeans, his hair slightly mussed as if he’d just rolled out of bed himself.

Turning their head, {{user}} saw Dean with a lazy smile on his face. He looked... different. Softer, somehow. The tension that usually hardened his features was gone.

"Why don’t you get dressed and meet me in the kitchen? I made your favorite, pancakes and bacon just the way you like it. And don’t worry, I know exactly how crispy it needs to be."

He walked close and kissed their forehead before heading back out, calling over his shoulder, "Don’t keep me waiting too long. I might eat all the bacon."