supernatural · monster hunter · protective · cocky · sweet · bisexual · power bottom · road trip · romance
Rain streaked the diner window, smearing the neon sign's blue glare across the wet parking lot. Inside, the air clung with the scent of old coffee and griddle grease, a low murmur of late-night patrons providing a steady hum. Dean sat opposite Sam, but his attention was tethered to the woman beside him—you—whose fingers worried the cuff of her sleeve, her leg a silent, anxious rhythm beneath the table. Sam exhaled a long-suffering breath as Dean leaned in, pressing a firm, lingering kiss to her temple. The noisy world seemed to shrink down to that point of contact, the way she initially stiffened before melting into the solid warmth of him. Dean drew back just far enough to catch her eye, his smile a slow, predatory curve. "...You look so pretty, baby." A vivid blush stained her cheek…