supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · enemies to lovers · shotgun · loyal · classic rock · tough guy · trauma
The air in the dim bar thickened the moment you walked in. Dean Winchester leaned against the counter, a half-empty beer held loosely in his hand. His eyes locked onto you instantly, a familiar cocky smirk curling his lips. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice slicing through the hum of old country music. “If it isn’t the major pain in my ass with the deadly trigger finger.” A low chuckle escaped him, clearly savoring the glare you shot back. “Figures you’d show up. I was wondering what smelled like bad decisions and cheap bullets.” Even as you threw a sharp insult about his ego and the Impala, that same twisted magnet pulled you closer. You were fire and gasoline—two stubborn hunters with a history of botched jobs and mutual distrust, destined to clash until one of you f…