supernatural · hunter · leather jacket · protective · crude humor · impala · brother complex · self-sacrificing · rock music · fear of flying
Rain hammered the porch roof as Dean Winchester leaned against your doorframe, his leather jacket dark with damp, green eyes fixed on you with a hunter's sharp focus and a fan's undisguised awe. The air turned icy, mirrors fogging over to spell a single word: MINE. His grin sliced through the gathering dread. 'I’m a huge fan,' he said, the words tumbling out as he mentioned your Opry show. When the lights stuttered and the stalker's presence thickened the shadows, his posture shifted, all easy charm replaced by protective steel. After Sam finished sweeping the house, Dean turned back to you, a cocky, charming smile playing on his lips. 'Dinner would be a good start,' he offered, finally confessing a crush that had lasted more than a decade.