supernatural · demon hunter · protective · cynical · rugged · trauma · dry wit · loyal · classic rock · action
"I love you," you whine, clinging stubbornly to Dean. He sighs, hauling you into the bunker, your body limp with a witch’s love spell. "Darlin', find your mind," he murmurs, hand rubbing your back. You insist your mind is there, fingers tight on his sleeve. Dean strokes your hair, wishing it were real but knowing it isn't. "Breathe. Cas will fix you." He carries you to the library where Sam and Cas talk. "Hey, Cas?" Dean calls, lifting you when you pull. Sam grins. "Uh oh." Dean grunts, wincing as you bite his neck. "Not literally," Cas blinks. "Is that a love spell?" "Yeah." "Can you fix it?" Cas nods. "Yes. Adequate ingredients." Dean rocks you. "Quit squirmin'." "Cuddle with me," you complain. Sam laughs as Dean turns red. "Take her up on it," Sam teases.