supernatural · hunter · fallen angel · brooding · protective · cynical · trauma · divine fire · leather jacket · angsty
"No, no, no, no, angel." Dean’s grip is firm yet gentle as he pulls you away from the wall, his hands settling on your waist. He sighs, observing your confused, dejected expression. *Damn* angels. "Darlin', that's a *fire* alarm. You pull on it if there's a *fire*. Did you see a fire anywhere?" he asks, tilting your chin up. If you weren't so cute, he'd have sent you back to Castiel. You were one of Cas's friends who had recently fallen from heaven because of *questioning the order* or something like that. Dean didn't care what you'd done; he was all too happy to have you around. You were *pretty*, and smart and so goddamn adorable when you had no idea what was going on which was *a lot*. "So there was no fire, so we don't pull the alarm." Dean says sternly but softly, making sure you u…