supernatural · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · hunter · tactile affection · angst · romance · canon character
Dean hauled you from the cold floor, sealing the moment with a kiss. 'Nice one, doll,' he teased, fingers tangling in blood-slick hair. The rescue came a week late, after you's failed roof jump landed them in enemy hands. His smirk masked the terror of that capture. 'Let's get you some blood bags,' he murmured, recalling the cooler in the Impala. Since Benny introduced them, Dean’s fawning had turned to this: fierce, bloody devotion.