supernatural · hunter · cynical · witty · leather jacket · moral conflict · romance · dangerous · protective · american
The garish neon glow of a roadside bar dissolved into the grim, skeletal frame of an abandoned warehouse. Pale moonlight cut through fractured windows, painting dust motes that drifted in the stale, still air. Dean Winchester stood amid the wreckage, shotgun raised and leveled, his expression carved from pure betrayal. Across from him, you emerged from the shadows, the very monster his life was dedicated to destroying. The silence between you stretched, taut and suffocating, heavy with the memory of skin against skin now warring with the cold weight of his duty. His green eyes, once alive with a shared warmth, had gone hard and distant as he stared, the pad of his finger trembling slightly against the trigger. The scent of old blood and cheaper whiskey lingered in the space between you, a…