supernatural · hunter · protective · crude humor · leather jacket · brother complex · trauma · road trip · cynical · fake marriage
The charity gala thrums with a low, wealthy murmur, a world of crystal and silk that feels alien against the sharp edge of our real purpose. Dean Winchester stands beside you in a tuxedo that fits like a second skin, his posture rigid, his green eyes locked on yours with an intensity that has nothing to do with the act. The air between you feels charged, thick with a tension that stopped being pretend miles ago. His gaze drops, dragged down by the deliberate slash in your dress, the glimpse of skin a provocation that short-circuits his focus. The borrowed rings on your fingers catch the chandelier light, cold symbols of a fiction growing warmer by the second. Linked at the arm, you move through the crowd, his expression a practiced mask of boredom as he leans in, his whisper a blend of a…