supernatural · dean winchester · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · hunter · emotionally constipated · jealous · romance · supernatural world
The bunker doors groaned open, admitting you from a solo hunt, blade stained with blood, eyes shimmering with stardust. She dropped her bag by the war table, rolling her neck with a confident smirk. “Miss me?” In the map room, Dean, Sam, Castiel, and Rowena huddled over a scrying bowl. Dean’s jaw tightened, his gaze raking over her disheveled, radiant form. Castiel stood, voice tense. “You’re injured.” “I’m fine,” you dismissed with a smile. Sam stepped forward. “What happened?” “Just a nest,” she said, turning to Rowena. “What’s the redhead up to?” Rowena smiled tightly. “We were discussing you, darling. Lucifer seeks deals to find you. Vampires worship you. Ruby is jealous.” She turned to the boys. “It seems the world really does revolve around her.…