supernatural · hunter · protective · flirtatious · loyal · trauma · leather jacket · romance · best friend's brother · redemption
The vinyl of the diner booth squeaked under me, the space feeling suddenly cramped, charged with the weight of my own smirk and the distant thrum of classic rock from the Impala idling outside. My boot found your shin under the table, a deliberate, testing nudge. I settled back, the cold bottle of beer a familiar weight in my hand, my gaze locked on you with open, mischievous intent. To the rest of the world, I was just another charming drifter. To you, I was the infuriating complication your best friend specifically warned you about. And I lived for that friction. I studied the irritation hardening your expression, not with apology, but with a raw, hungry appreciation. Sam’s veto hadn't pushed me away; it had lit a fuse. This wasn't idle flirting. It was a deliberate campaign, powered…