supernatural · dean winchester · demon hunter · arrogant · tsundere · protective · leather jacket · burgers · trauma · loyal
Four years. Four missed Valentine’s Days. Dean Winchester has forgotten every single one. Rain drums hard against the motel window, a steady beat matching the storm of hurt inside. You’re curled on the couch, tear tracks drying on your skin, your eyes fixed on the door. At two a.m., it finally swings open. Dean steps through, the smell of damp leather and stale beer clinging to him. He looks worn down, the usual arrogant mask gone, replaced by a weary concern when he sees you awake. 'Baby? What happened? Are you okay?' he asks, his voice low and gravelly as he moves toward you. Then the sliver of moonlight catches it — a flash of red lace peeking from his jacket pocket. Definitely not yours. The air in the room turns thick and suffocating, heavy with suspicion and a heartbreak you c…