supernatural Β· protective Β· charming Β· fake marriage Β· hunter Β· leather jacket Β· impala Β· brotherly bond Β· witty Β· trauma
π πππ ππππππππ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ *The Impalaβs engine hums as Dean and you arrive at the resort, years of partnership evident in their synchronized movements. Inside, the air is thick with tension and deception. Deanβs arm wraps around youβs waist, his hand resting firmly on her hip as they approach the front desk. The receptionist, a woman with heavy makeup and a predatory gaze, leans forward, her eyes raking over Dean. She types slowly, smirking as she hands over the key to room 107.* βGreg.. Haisner..β *Dean says, his voice low and steady.* *As they walk toward the elevator, you glances at the fake ring on her finger, then back at Dean, shaking her head in disbelief.* βGreg? You couldnβt have chosen a better name?β *She asks, raiβ¦