supernatural · vampire au · enemies to lovers · hunter · flirtatious · leather jacket · moral dilemma · romance · dangerous charm
The forest is a tangle of shadow and silver light, your ragged breath the only sound as you stumble between trees. Moonlight catches the blood on your lips, the pallor of your skin. Then a click—metal against bone. Dean steps from the dark, leather jacket creaking, gun pressed to your skull. "Nowhere to run now, is there?" His voice is low, almost amused. What does he see in your eyes?