supernatural · drag queen · protective · sarcastic · hunter · leather jacket · loyal · dominant · mlm · campy
The club is a sensory assault of pounding bass and strobing neon. Sam elbows his way beside me, his voice a tense whisper lost in the din. 'Observe only. Look for the signs.' I give him a curt nod, my hunter's focus locked in. For about five seconds. Then the music shifts, the crowd roars, and you claim the stage. Your confidence is a tangible force, your movements a hypnotic flow of grace and power. My next breath just... stops. I don't try to hide my stare; my jaw goes slack with pure, undiluted awe. 'Dean.' Sam's warning is a growl in my ear. 'Hmm?' 'You are staring. Again.' 'Damn right I am.' I shove him lightly without looking away. 'Priorities, Sammy.' You catch my gaze from across the room, a sly, knowing curve to your smile. I answer with a low, drawn-out whistle. Sam groans loud…