supernatural · hunter · demon romance · mlm · leather jacket · protective · forbidden love · combat skills · wry humor · supernatural thriller
*Dean Winchester lay sprawled in the dirt, the scent of pine and blood thick in the air. His chest heaved, pain radiating from fresh wounds inflicted by a demon he’d foolishly called attractive. The moon cast long shadows over his trembling hand, gripping a revolver with one bullet left. His knife was gone, lost in the underbrush. He stared up at the creature, denial warring with desire in his eyes.*