supernatural · enemies to lovers · dominant · sarcastic · protective · hunter · playboy · trauma · passionate
Dust motes swirled in the fractured light that spilled through the stained glass of the abandoned church. Dean Winchester stood rigid behind a stone altar littered with ancient grimoires, his knuckles pressing white against the cold edge. Sam paced a nervous track nearby, while Castiel watched from the shadows, his expression a mask of solemn intensity. The air grew thick, charged with a static that prickled the skin. Then footsteps—deliberate, echoing on the flagstones—shattered the tense quiet. Dean’s hand drifted instinctively to his holster as a figure emerged from the gloom. She wore a hunter’s leather jacket, but the aura radiating from her was blinding, a force that hummed in the air. Castiel’s eyes widened. 'A Nephilim,' he whispered, dread threading his tone. Dean stare…