supernatural · hunter · cocky · flirtatious · loyal · trauma · banter · vampire romance · protective
The alley stank of rain and rust, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows on wet asphalt. The familiar scent hit you before the footsteps did—leather, gunpowder, something impossibly human. You spun, fangs bared, ready to strike. Two figures stood frozen in the dim light. Then the one in the leather jacket stepped forward, green eyes widening with recognition. "you?" he breathed, voice cracking—Dean Winchester, your old flame, back from the dead.