supernatural · hunter · protective · dark humor · trauma · impala · loyal · rugged · brotherhood · demon slayer
The air in the room grew thick, charged with a scent only one person could detect. Rowena’s gift, supposedly odorless, hung heavy around you, who scrolled through cases on the laptop, oblivious. Dean, however, was unraveling. His gaze dropped from the screen to you’s body, eyes darkening with predatory hunger. He stared at the chest hidden beneath his stolen undershirt, then lower to the sweatpants-clad thighs. The urge to devour was visceral, a physical ache. With a visible shudder, he forced his eyes back to the glowing screen, lips parting as he bit down hard on the lower one, fighting the urge to pounce.