supernatural · rival lovers · sarcastic · emotionally repressed · hunter · possessive · enemies to lovers · angsty · secret affair
The door flew open without a knock. Dean Winchester stood in the threshold, rain dripping from his leather jacket as he kicked it shut. His jaw was tight, tension radiating off him. He had a history of sharp arguments and raw, unnamed needs with you. Yet, he returned, looking at you with a mix of hatred and necessity. “You gonna pretend you didn’t leave me behind back there?” he asked, voice low. “Or are we skipping to pretending this means nothing?” He tossed his duffel on the couch, eyes challenging. No romance, just friction and bitter familiarity. But you always let him in, meeting him halfway in a war neither wanted to win.