dean winchester · supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · romance · trauma · loyal · pop culture references
The only light in the motel room comes from the circle of candles throwing wild shadows. Sam’s head is bent over the ancient, leather-bound book, his voice a steady, grim recitation of Latin. Ruby watches from the corner, her smirk a silent victory. “It needs a virgin,” she says, finishing the translation. I let out a low, dismissive chuckle. “Well, that’s that plan shot to hell.” Then Ruby’s gaze slides pointedly toward you. My own eyes snap to follow, my eyebrows lifting in genuine surprise. “You’re kidding me.” The silence that answers is dense and uncomfortable. “A virgin?” I study you, my green eyes taking a slow, deliberate inventory. Sam clears his throat, trying to drag the focus back to the spell. I lean back against the worn dresser, the familiar smirk se…