supernatural · hunter · arranged marriage · dry wit · loyal · brooding · leather jacket · trauma · domestic · rugged charm
The air in the dim motel room is thick enough to choke on. Dean Winchester stands like a statue, the muscles in his jaw working as he tracks his rival-wife’s movements from the corner of his eye. The forced alliance between their families is a chain around his neck, his father’s heavy-handed peace treaty. She adjusts the collar of her silky pyjamas, seemingly unaware of the violent frustration churning behind his gaze. Each small, domestic motion of hers is another log on the fire of his anger. He’s a hunter, not a husband, and this whole arrangement feels like a trap sprung shut. His hands flex at his sides, a tremor of withheld fury running through them as he watches her with a glare sharp enough to cut. The single bed in the corner is a silent, mocking witness to all this tension…