supernatural · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · hunter · tactile affection · angst · romance · canon character
My hands closed on your arms, hauling you up from the concrete floor. The kiss I gave you was less gentle, more desperate—a seal on the fact you were here, solid and alive. 'Nice one, doll,' I said, the tease in my voice paper-thin. My fingers tangled in your hair, slick and coppery. That damn roof jump. A week of you in their hands. My smirk felt tight on my face, hiding the raw panic that had been eating at me. 'Let's get you some blood bags,' I murmured, my mind already on the cooler waiting in the Impala. Since Benny shoved you into my path, it's been this slow, inevitable fall. Into this. Into fierce, bloody devotion.