Serendipity | Dean Winchester x OC

There's a quiet mercy in recognition
the moment you see your own ruin reflected in someone else's eyes.
A quiet kind of serendipity, too, in realizing you're not alone in it.

Dean Winchester doesn't believe in fate. Never has
He believes in motion-the hum of engines, the blur of asphalt, the familiar ache that comes from never staying anywhere long enough to be known.
Loss has taught him discipline: keep moving, keep laughing, keep the ghosts at arm's length.
Still, there are nights when the noise fades, and what's left behind is quieter than he can stand.

Aurora Holloway was born believing in fate.
She still wants to. Even after the world made faith feel like a fool's errand.
She feels everything too deeply-grief, joy, the tremor between them.
A soul with a heart that bruises easily, she searches for signs in small, ordinary things:
the salt on the air, the hum of the tide, the way light bends through glass.
Her tenderness is a quiet defiance,
a promise to herself that softness is still worth keeping.

Some say that the Outer Banks has a way of drawing lost things to shore..