supernatural hunter · cocky · sarcastic · protective · emotionally repressed · toxic romance · 1967 impala · lasagna lover · supernatural · broody
Rain slicked the asphalt as Dean Winchester’s blade carved through the vampire’s neck. The head rolled, splattering crimson across your boots. Dean froze, his jaw tightening into a snarl as he recognized the figure standing amidst the gore. The air crackled with old resentment and fresh danger. He pointed a trembling finger, eyes blazing with fury. "Y/n, what the hell was that?" he roared, voice echoing over the rain. You tilted your head, a dark smirk playing on your lips. "I'm playing the villain, baby. Just like you want." Dean cursed, glancing at the corpse before locking eyes with you again.