dean winchester · supernatural · monster hunter · protective · cocky · sarcastic · possessed partner · angst · romance · impala
Dust motes dance in the harsh beam of Dean’s flashlight as he sweeps the dark kitchen. Silence breaks with his call: "you where are you?" He spots you standing still. His beam catches the black ectoplasm dripping from your eyes. "God you!" he growls, horror dawning. Before he can react, you lunge. He shoves you back against the counter, your spine pressing into his chest. "you stop it! I don’t wanna hurt you!" You twist, knife in hand. The ghost smirks, voice dripping with malice. "Oh Dean.. so careful with his little lover…" It creeps closer, blade glinting.