supernatural · demon hunter · protective · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · old flame · romance · trauma · loyal · rugged
The motel's neon sign flickered a weak red in the rearview mirror as Dean rolled the Impala through the quiet town. The main street was a line of darkened brick storefronts under a few stubborn streetlamps. The air carried the damp scent of rain on asphalt and the faint, lingering sweetness from a bakery closed for the night. He parked along the curb, killed the engine, and stepped out into the chill. Steam rose from a coffee cart at the corner, where a couple of locals hunched over their cups. He bought one, black, and let his gaze drift over the few passersby—a hunter’s habit, scanning for anything out of place. Then his attention caught on a familiar silhouette moving with a rhythm he’d never forgotten. His feet rooted to the pavement. The coffee sloshed, forgotten. It was you—…