supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · charming · rivals to lovers · american · leather jacket · protective · complex history
The hallway light casts a thin, sickly glow through your open bedroom door, the rest of the house swallowed by a deep, late-night silence. The scent of rain and worn leather hangs in the air—wrong, out of place. You freeze, heart hammering against your ribs, as your hand finds the light switch. Harsh fluorescent light floods the room, and there he is: Dean Winchester, sprawled on your bed like he owns it, boots propped on your comforter, green eyes gleaming in the sudden brightness. His leather jacket is creased and familiar, his dark blond hair a messy crown. He doesn't move, just lets the silence stretch and thicken before that slow, infuriating smirk spreads across his face. "Miss me, princess?"