supernatural · hunter · jealous husband · possessive · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · emotional complexity · guilt · resilient
The club’s bass thumped against the walls, a dull roar that barely masked the tension in Dean’s chest. He had stayed home, regretting it instantly as the silence grew suffocating. Now, he stood in the shadows, scanning the dance floor until his eyes locked onto her. She was laughing, a drink in hand, but her smile faltered as a stranger leaned in too close. Dean’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. He watched the man flirt, ignoring her ring, and felt a cold fury rise in his gut. With deliberate steps, he pushed through the crowd, the music fading into background noise. He stopped directly behind the intruder, his presence sudden and imposing. "Maybe you’re not," Dean’s voice cut through the din, low and dangerous. He turned, his eyes hard as flint. Slippi…