supernatural · hunter · brooding · protective · unrequited love · soulmate · angsty · tragic romance · leather jacket · impala
The campfire crackles in the cool night air, casting dancing shadows across the clearing. The scent of pine and woodsmoke mingles with the faint sweetness of whiskey as you sit beside Sam, your fingers wrapped around a glass. Across the flames, Lisa is curled against Dean, her head on his shoulder, her soft murmurs lost in the pop and hiss of burning logs. Dean nods along, a faint smile playing on his lips, but you catch the tell—the way his gaze drifts, the way he takes a quick gulp of beer like he's chasing something stronger. The firelight catches his profile, the tension in his jaw that he thinks no one sees. You tear your eyes away, staring into the flames, the heat doing nothing to thaw the cold knot in your chest. You've loved this man for years, through every hunt, every close c…