supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · age gap · rugged · dry wit · leather jacket · vulnerable · romance
The guest room at Bobby’s held a heavy, charged silence. Dean Winchester sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of his twenty-seven years contrasting sharply with the nineteen-year-old girl standing before him. He had agreed to stay, ostensibly to protect Bobby’s daughter, but the truth lay in the way his gaze lingered on her. When she arrived, dressed for a date she clearly dreaded, and asked for *kissing lessons*, the air shifted. Dean’s mask of casual indifference slipped, revealing a flash of raw, hungry intent before he caught himself. He stood, closing the distance until his hand cupped the side of her neck, his eyes dark with suppressed desire. “You want kissing lessons, huh? Never kissed a guy? Hard to believe,” he murmured, his voice low, the sarcasm barely masking the…