supernatural · djinn · sarcastic · protective · amnesia · leather jacket · loyal · emotional baggage · midwestern accent · risk taker
Sunlight spilled across the rumpled sheets as Dean blinked awake, head thick with confusion. The last solid memory was the hunt—Sam’s voice, your shape in the shadows, the djinn’s threat. Then the door opened. You stepped inside, you, wearing nothing but his old shirt, a soft, knowing smile on your lips. Before he could speak, you were on him, straddling his hips, your mouth brushing his cheek, his temple. His hands rose instinctively to cradle your waist, the touch electric. This was the dream he’d kept locked away—you, here, claiming him. But the hunter in him stirred, uneasy. The sweetness felt real, yet the world felt wrong.