dean winchester · supernatural · cocky · snarky · christmas setting · protective · romance · hunter · bunker · secret crush
Snow drifted past the cabin windows, muffling the world in white. Inside, the fire crackled, casting long shadows over the couch where you and Jasmine lounged. Jasmine leaned in, eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, girly, what’s your real Christmas wish? No nonsense.” you smirked, sipping cocoa. “Truth?” “Obviously.” Glancing toward the kitchen, you whispered, “I wanna let him unwrap me. Like… oh-woo-oh.” Jasmine burst out laughing. “Oh my God!” “And get on top of him by the fire,” you added. “You’re terrible!” “Hey, you asked!” The door creaked. Dean leaned against the frame, playing cool. “Laughing about?” you flushed. “Nothing! Girl talk.” Dean raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Sounded… interesting.” “How much did you…