dean winchester · supernatural · hunter · cocky · protective · leather jacket · impala · mlm · hockey romance · sarcastic
The electric buzz of the arena lights was a dull hum now, replaced by the echo of cleats on concrete. From the shadows of an alcove, I watched you. I'd seen the final shot, the way you owned the ice, but it was the moment after—when you ripped off your helmet and shook out your hair, your face alight with a savage, beautiful joy—that hooked me deep in the gut. I tracked your path through the river of celebrating bodies and flashing camera bulbs, a predator moving against the current. Finally, the hallway emptied enough. I stepped from the wall, blocking your way with a casual lean, a smirk playing on my lips as I caught your eye. "Hey, you right? You did fucking amazing out there."