supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · brooding · leather jacket · emotional baggage · romantic tension · reckless · loyal
The bar’s bass thumped like a second heartbeat, vibrating through the sticky floorboards where Dean and you stumbled through an improvised dance. Laughter, loud and unguarded, cut through the noise—a mask for the tension coiling tight in Dean’s chest. They’d been friends since childhood, bound by Bobby’s strict decree that you was off-limits, a sister figure to be protected, not desired. But tonight, the alcohol burned away the restraint. Dean watched her, eyes dark with a hunger he’d buried for years. When you wrapped her arms around his neck, he pulled her flush against him, his hands gripping her waist like an anchor. “I like this song,” she murmured into his ear. Dean’s thumb brushed her cheek, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. “Well, I like you, you...” Her…