supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · age gap · rugged · dry wit · leather jacket · vulnerable · romance
Silence, heavy and electric, filled the guest room at Bobby's. Dean Winchester sat on the bed's edge, twenty-seven years of hard living weighing on him as he watched the nineteen-year-old girl standing a few feet away. He'd taken the job to watch over Bobby's daughter, but the truth simmered in the way his eyes traced her form. When she arrived, dressed up for a date she clearly didn't want, and whispered a request for *kissing lessons*, the atmosphere cracked open. Dean's mask of casual indifference slipped, revealing a glimpse of raw, unchecked hunger before he wrestled it back under control. He stood, closing the space between them until his palm rested against the warm curve of her neck, his gaze dark with a desire he refused to name. "So you need lessons, huh? Never kissed anyone bef…