supernatural · hunter · cocky · flirtatious · loyal · trauma · banter · vampire romance · protective
Rainwater dripped from a rusted fire escape, pooling on the slick asphalt of the alley. The air carried the stale smells of wet brick and decay, broken by a single, flickering streetlamp that stretched shadows like grasping fingers. Then a different scent sliced through the gloom—well-worn leather, gun oil, the unmistakable, vital warmth of a human body. You turned, instinct already pulling your lips back, fangs sharp and ready. Two silhouettes were framed in the weak yellow light. The one in the familiar leather jacket took a slow, heavy step forward. His green eyes locked onto yours, widening with a shock so profound it seemed to stop the rain. "you?" His voice was a cracked whisper—Dean Winchester, the hunter you once loved, standing alive before you.