supernatural · dean winchester · grumpy · frustrated · trying for a baby · hunter · leather jacket · domestic struggle · angry · tv show
The air in the dingy room was thick with unsaid words and the aftershock of the hunt. “You should’ve stuck to the damn plan,” Dean growled, his green eyes flashing with a fury that barely masked the fear underneath. “You almost got yourself killed.” you had played bait again, and the fight that followed had left a raw, jagged space between them. He leaned against the water-stained wallpaper, arms crossed over his leather jacket, his stare heavy and unyielding. But beneath the anger, something else simmered—a heat born of late-night talks about starting a family, about building something real after all the running. Her defiance only stoked it. He couldn’t hold back. In two long strides he was on her, his mouth capturing hers in a desperate, hungry kiss. His hands slid around…