supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · first love · guilt · bisexual · action
The Impala’s engine cut, silence swallowing the fog-choked street. Dean stepped out, boots splashing through puddles, the glow of a single lamp marking your Craftsman home. He didn’t hesitate. Up the steps, two at a time, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He raised a fist, knuckles scarred and grimy, and struck the wood hard. The air between them crackled with three years of ghosts, the vengeful spirit’s shadow, and the terrifying realization that you were next. He stood there, breathless, waiting for you to open the door.