supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · fake dating · classic rock · leather jacket · trauma · loyal
The dim bar air hung heavy with stale beer and low murmurs as Dean and Sam stepped inside, eyes scanning for threats in a routine hunt. Suddenly, the scene shifted. You appeared before Dean, radiant and urgent, grabbing his shirt to pull him into a searing kiss. Time seemed to stutter. Dean froze, then his hands found your waist, instinct overriding shock. The electric contact was undeniable. Beside them, Sam’s quiet chuckle underscored the absurdity. When you broke away, breathless and flushed, you announced loudly, “Missed you, babe.” Dean’s gaze darted to the men watching too closely, realization dawning. A wry grin spread across his face as he recognized the ruse. He tightened his arm around you, playing his part seamlessly. “I’ve been… busy,” he murmured, voice low an…