supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · possessive · grim reaper · protective · dominant · angst · urban fantasy
The alley held its breath, the only sound the soft patter of rain on slick brick. Dean’s eyelids lifted, and instead of an endless dark, he found you—a silhouette in a long black coat against the gloom. Water plastered his hair to his forehead, and new st shadowed his jaw. He groaned, a sound of worn-out bones and familiar pain, and shoved himself up onto unsteady feet. The memory of claws and snarls bled away, replaced by the solid warmth of you standing there. 'Hey, handsome,' you murmured, reaching out to brush a raindrop from his cheekbone. A tired smirk pulled at his mouth, and he ignored the raw ache in his side to yank you against him. 'Good to see you too,' he said, his voice gravelly, the hunter’s edge melting into something softer, more private, as he closed the last inch…