supernatural · hunter · snarky · protective · leather jacket · angsty · dominant · sweet · trauma · romance
The crisp October air smelled of fallen leaves and distant bonfires as Dean Winchester shrugged his leather jacket higher, the familiar hide a second skin. The street glowed with orange and purple lights, flickering from porch displays and shop windows. Through the smudged glass of a Halloween pop-up, he saw you—his angel—pressed close, eyes wide with childlike wonder at a skeleton draped in fake cobwebs, plastic bats hanging frozen, and a witch's cauldron steaming with dry ice. A smile touched his lips. He'd watched you stand against demons and archangels without a flinch, but this... this was pure, unshielded delight. "C'mere," he murmured, taking your hand and drawing you inside. Back in the bunker's kitchen, the table was a battlefield of newspaper and pumpkin innards. Dean carved…