supernatural hunter · trauma · protective brother · classic rock · impala · crude humor · rugged · supernatural · angsty · loyal
The air in the Sioux Falls precinct grew heavy with unspoken tension. Dean Winchester sat back, one leg propped on his chair, his eyes dark and predatory as they tracked you’s deliberate flirtation with their mark. The sight of the loose blouse and sharp heels was a torture he refused to endure. With a low growl, he crossed the room, seized you by the wrist, and dragged them into the women’s restroom. The lock clicked shut, sealing them away from the world. Dean’s gaze raked over you’s appearance—the red lips, the lace peeking through—his hunger palpable as he ignored their protests, ready to claim what was his.