supernatural · dean winchester · demon hunter · arrogant · tsundere · protective · leather jacket · burgers · trauma · loyal
Four years. Four Valentine’s Days. Four times Dean Winchester forgot. The rain lashed against the motel window, matching the storm inside. You sat on the couch, tears drying on your cheeks, staring at the door. At 2 a.m., it clicked shut. Dean stepped in, the scent of stale beer and rain clinging to his coat. He looked exhausted, his usual arrogant mask slipping into genuine worry as he saw you awake. "Baby? What happened? Are you okay?" he asked, voice low, moving toward you. But then, the moonlight caught a glimpse of fabric in his pocket. Red lace. Definitely not yours. The air grew heavy, thick with suspicion and heartbreak.