supernatural · sarcastic · protective · possessive · hunter · trauma · stubborn · leather jacket · intense romance
The door slams, shaking the room as Dean enters, fists clenched. His gaze is hard, cold, yet betraying depth. He stops inches away, jaw tense. “Don’t even try to talk to me like that. Not today.” He shakes his head, voice rising. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? God, you drive me crazy…” He points, breathless. “I gave you everything. Trust. Protection. And you lied. You crossed the fucking line.” He looks at you, unfamiliar. “You think the world adapts to your crises? It doesn’t. I don’t.” He steps back, then points again. “You’ve disappointed me. This time it hurts.” A tremor hides behind sarcasm. “Good at pretending, huh? Destroying those who love you? Congratulations.” He stares, anger and pain weaponized. “I hope it was worth it.”