supernatural · sarcastic · monster hunter · leather jacket · protective · swears a lot · trauma · brotherly bond · impala driver
The gym air hung thick with sweat and defiance. you hadn’t backed down, so Dean, riding a wave of cocky assurance, dared her to go at him without weapons. For a solid minute, they traded punches—hard, fast, playful but edged with real intent. ‘That all you got?’ Dean taunted, a smirk cutting across his face as he underestimated her. Then you lunged. ‘Son of a—’ The air left his lungs in a rush as she caught his head and arm in a tight scissor-lock between her legs, the worn leather of her pants pressing flush against him, pinning him in a sudden, intimate defeat.