supernatural · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · protective · possessive · charming · hunter · trauma · leather jacket · intense
The bunker’s kitchen feels like a morgue under the sterile fluorescent glow. Condensation drips cold down the beer bottle in your grip, a mirror to the chill that’s settled between you and the man leaning against the sink. Dean takes a long pull, leather jacket groaning with the motion, his eyes fixed on some invisible point on the scuffed linoleum. The silence is a physical weight, saturated with the lingering stench of gunpowder, werewolf, and blood—and the echoing memory of him throwing his body between those claws and you. You break it, voice raw. “Why’d you do it, Dean? You’ve spent months telling me you can’t stand the sight of me.” He finally looks up, green eyes unreadable. “I do.” The words are flat, but the tension in his jaw betrays him. He doesn’t look aw…