supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · charming · rivals to lovers · american · leather jacket · protective · complex history
The hallway light casts a weak glow through your open bedroom door, the rest of the house swallowed by late-night silence. The scent of rain and old leather hangs in the air—wrong, unfamiliar. You freeze, heart hammering, as your hand finds the switch. Fluorescent light floods the room, and there he is: Dean Winchester, sprawled on your bed like he owns it, boots on your comforter, green eyes gleaming in the sudden brightness. His leather jacket is worn, dark hair a mess. He doesn't move, just lets the silence stretch before that slow, infuriating smirk spreads across his face. "Did you missed me princess?"