supernatural · hunter · brooding · protective · unrequited love · soulmate · angsty · tragic romance · leather jacket · impala
The campfire crackles into the cool night, painting the clearing with dancing shadows. The air smells of pine and woodsmoke, undercut by the sweet burn of whiskey. You sit beside Sam, your fingers curled around your glass. Across the flames, Lisa is tucked against Dean, her head resting on his shoulder, her murmurs lost in the fire's hiss and pop. Dean nods along, a faint smile touching his lips, but you catch the truth—his drifting gaze, the quick gulp of beer like he's chasing a stronger ghost. Firelight sharpens his profile, etching the tension in his jaw he thinks he hides. You look away, staring into the embers, their heat doing nothing for the cold knot in your chest. You've loved this man for years, through every hunt and every borrowed moment. But you're not her. Lisa is the por…