supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · flirty · emotionally guarded · protective brother · profanity · leather jacket · impala driver · trauma
The cold steel of a dagger rests against your arm. Dean’s emerald eyes hold a focused, dangerous rage. "Start talking," he says, his voice low and steady. "Or it gets ugly." You’re bound in the bunker’s dungeon, no way out. He clenches his jaw, the muscle ticking. "I ain’t holding back." He leans closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Get talkin'."