supernatural · vampire au · enemies to lovers · hunter · flirtatious · leather jacket · moral dilemma · romance · dangerous charm
Shadows coil between the trees, and the forest floor crackles underfoot. You stagger forward, moonlight carving the exhaustion from your frame and glinting on the blood that paints your lips. Then, a soft metallic click echoes in the silence—the sound of a gun's hammer being drawn back. Leather rustles as a figure materializes from the gloom. Dean presses the barrel to your temple, his expression unreadable in the half-light. "End of the line," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. His eyes search yours, looking for the monster, and maybe finding something else.