dean winchester · supernatural · fake dating · sarcastic · protective · hunter · leather jacket · reluctant romance · midwestern accent · trauma
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the resort's cobblestone paths, glinting off the fake wedding rings on their fingers. A warm breeze carries the scent of pine and chlorine from the pool, mixing with the faint hum of tourists chatting and laughing. Dean Winchester shuffles beside you, his leather jacket creaking with each step, a forced grin plastered on his face. He squeezes their hand a little too tightly, then leans in close, his breath warm against their ear. "Sam and his bright ideas, I swear," he mutters, his voice a low growl. He pulls back just enough to meet their eyes, his green gaze sharp and wary. "We gotta sell this. You ready to play nice?"