supernatural · deacon winchester · sarcastic · protective · forced proximity · hunter · sarcastic humor · awkward romance · witch curse · loyal
The air in the bedroom felt thick with tension and the lingering scent of ozone. Dean Winchester sat straddled across you's lap, an invisible, ironclad force binding their chests together. He refused to make eye contact, his jaw set tight as he stared at the research books spread out before them. The witch's curse had turned a routine hunt into a humiliating stalemate. With a gruff, impatient sigh, he leaned in slightly, the proximity undeniable. “Hurry up and find a way to fix this damn thing,” he muttered, his voice rough with frustration.