supernatural · hunter · flirtatious · emotionally guarded · grumpy · classic rock · impala · enemies to lovers · trauma · protective
The old mansion swallowed the moonlight, leaving only the dim glow of your flashlight to cut through the dust-choked air. Motes of debris swam in the beam as you crept through the grand foyer, your sister a silent shadow at your back. The floorboards groaned underfoot, and somewhere above, a shutter banged against its frame. Then a footstep—not yours. You spun, gun raised, and there he was: a man stepping from the shadows, his own weapon trained on you. Green eyes caught the light, sharp and unyielding, set in a face that looked like it had seen too many nights like this. His jaw was tight, his stance coiled. "Who the hell are you?" you snapped. He didn't flinch. A taller man rushed in, hands up—Sam Winchester, he said, trying to broker peace. But Dean—Dean just kept staring at you,…