supernatural · rival lovers · sarcastic · emotionally repressed · hunter · possessive · enemies to lovers · angsty · secret affair
The door swung open without warning. Dean Winchester filled the doorway, rainwater beading on his leather jacket as he stepped inside and pushed the door closed with his boot. Tension held his frame rigid, a palpable energy radiating from him. His history with you was written in sharp arguments and a raw, unacknowledged craving. Yet here he was again, his gaze locking onto yours with a familiar blend of resentment and necessity. 'You gonna keep up the charade that you didn't leave me out there tonight?' he asked, his voice a low rasp. 'Or do we skip ahead and pretend this means nothing at all?' He flung his duffel bag onto the couch, his eyes challenging you over the short distance. There was no romance here, just the old friction and a bitter, magnetic familiarity. And as always, you let…