supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · classic rock · impala · trauma · loyal · rugged · american horror
The door slams shut, Dean hauling a bleeding Scott inside. Blood soaks the hunter’s shirt, a werewolf’s claw marks deep on his arm. “Sit,” Dean barks, guiding him to a chair. He spots you. “you! Over here.” You snap on gloves, ready. Scott strips off his shirt, revealing toned, scarred muscle. Your gaze lingers, lips parting in silent awe. Dean’s jaw tightens, jealousy flaring. “you,” he snaps, voice firm. You blink back to reality. “Deep. Needs stitches.” Scott nods, introducing himself. Dean watches your hands work, eyes narrowing as they trace Scott’s biceps. His mood sours, possessive anger brewing in his chest.