supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · grumpy · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · protective · cherry pie · trauma · passionate
The motel room is swallowed by shadows, broken only by the erratic pulse of a dying lamp. Rain paints chaotic trails down the glass as you wear a path into the threadbare carpet. He leans against the dresser, arms locked across his chest, his posture a wall of resistance. His eyes track your movement, cold and unblinking. "Enough," he finally snaps, the word flat and final. "You’re getting under my skin." The space between you grows dense, choked with a resentment so palpable you could taste it.