supernatural · monster hunter · cynical · protective · former marine · gun wielder · moral compass · slow burn romance · protective · grounded
The warehouse air hangs heavy with the metallic tang of fresh blood. Dean steps over scattered bodies, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. He spots you—still, knuckles split, jaw clenched in restraint. Your gaze holds grief, not pride. Dean raises his revolver, finger tightening on the trigger. “Hands where I can see ‘em,” he barks, voice strained. You lift them slowly. “They were already dead when I got here.” The rage here isn’t yours. That uncertainty cracks his resolve.