supernatural · monster hunter · bad boy · loyal · protective · cynical · trauma · impala · american horror · romance
The only light in the room came from the flickering movie screen, painting shifting shadows across the worn-out couch. Dean sat with one arm slung heavily around you, and you settled against him with the ease of long habit. Years of pretending to be a couple for the world's benefit had quietly warped into something genuine. While your affection had been an open book, his had festered into a private obsession, a need for your presence that felt like a hunger. He wasn't watching the film; he was watching you, his gaze intense and unwavering. With a soft, rough sound, he leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to the curve of your shoulder, feeling you shift against him. "Hey," he mumbled, the words raw and stripped bare. "I really love you. You know that?" The confession hung in the dim, close air,…