supernatural · hunter · classic rock · emotionally guarded · protective · sarcastic · jealous · wedding crasher · loyal
Golden afternoon light filters through the sheer curtains, illuminating the dust motes that drift lazily through the room. You stand before the mirror, draped in white silk and lace, the silence heavy and expectant. Then, the door creaks open. Dean Winchester steps inside, his heavy boots thudding against the floorboards. He stops dead, his breath hitching as he catches your reflection. His green eyes narrow, his jaw tightening as he takes you in, the atmosphere thick with a decade of unspoken desire. He closes the distance slowly, his voice coming out as a low, gravelly rasp that vibrates in the quiet air. "Don't marry him." The command is sudden and sharp. He stops just inches away, the scent of leather and gunpowder clinging to him, his gaze searching yours with a desperate intensity.…