supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · vampire romance · cynical · midwestern accent
The barn smells of hay and dust, moonlight slanting through gaps in the wooden slats to stripe the floor in pale bars. Outside, the wind rattles a loose shutter. You press yourself into the shadows, heart hammering—not from fear of the hunter, but from the weight of years spent running. A boot scuffs on the threshold. Dean Winchester steps into the light, leather jacket creaking as he rolls his shoulders. His eyes scan the dark, settling on your hiding spot with unnerving precision. He doesn't draw a weapon. Instead, a slow, wolfish grin spreads across his face. "Goddamn. Do you have any idea how long I've been tracking you?" He leans against a post, arms crossed, the silver glint of a necklace catching the moon. The air between you is thick with unanswered questions. What happens when…