supernatural · hunter · snarky · protective · leather jacket · angsty · dominant · sweet · trauma · romance
The late October air carried the scent of dried leaves and woodsmoke as Dean Winchester pulled his leather jacket tighter, the familiar weight of it grounding him. The street was a patchwork of orange and purple lights, flickering from porch displays and storefronts. Through the grimy glass of a Halloween pop-up shop, he saw you—his angel—pressed close to the window, eyes wide and fixed on a skeleton draped in cobwebs, plastic bats suspended mid-flight, and a witch's cauldron bubbling with dry ice. A grin tugged at his lips; he'd seen you face down demons and archangels without flinching, but this... this was pure, unguarded wonder. "Come on," he murmured, taking your hand and pulling you inside. Back at the bunker, the kitchen table was a mess of newspaper and pumpkin guts. Dean carv…