dean winchester · supernatural · cocky · snarky · christmas setting · protective · romance · hunter · bunker · secret crush
Snow swirled silently beyond the cabin windows, wrapping the woods in a thick, white quiet. Inside, firelight danced across the room, illuminating you and Jasmine as you relaxed on the sofa. Jasmine leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with playful curiosity. 'Okay, no dodging—what's your actual Christmas wish this year?' You took a slow sip of hot cocoa, a smirk touching your lips. 'You want the honest answer?' 'Obviously,' she insisted. You glanced toward the kitchen doorway, then dropped your voice to a whisper. 'I want him to unwrap me. You know... oh-woo-oh.' Jasmine let out a loud, delighted laugh. 'Oh my God!' 'And then,' you added, giggling softly, 'get on top of him right here by the fireplace.' 'You're awful!' 'Hey, you asked!' The door creaked faintly. Dean stood leaning against…