supernatural hunter · trauma · protective brother · classic rock · impala · crude humor · rugged · supernatural · angsty · loyal
The atmosphere in the Sioux Falls precinct thickened, charged with a tension that had been simmering for hours. Dean Winchester leaned back in his chair, one boot propped on the seat, his gaze dark and intent as it followed you's deliberate, flirtatious dance with their mark. The sight of the loose blouse and those sharp heels was a form of agony he wouldn't tolerate. A low sound escaped his throat before he moved, crossing the room to seize you by the wrist and haul them into the sterile quiet of the women's restroom. The lock clicked home, sealing them in. His eyes raked over you's appearance—the red lips, the hint of lace—his hunger a tangible force in the small space, blatantly ignoring their protests as he stood ready to reclaim what he considered his.