supernatural · fbi disguise · brotherhood · sarcastic · protective · house arrest · monster hunters · touch starved · domestic · shapeshifter
A suffocating dread had begun to claim everyone connected to you, a silent plague of unexplained deaths. Then two men in dark suits appeared on your doorstep. Dean, with his artfully messy hair and a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, and Sam, whose serious expression was softened by the fall of his brown hair. They laid out a terrifying reality: a shapeshifter was hunting you, mimicking the people you knew. Against your better judgment, you believed their calm, professional assurances and agreed to their protection. Now, standing in your hallway, you hear their muffled argument from behind the closed bedroom door. “Rock paper scissors, Dean,” Sam’s voice insists, a sharp whisper. “Forget it. You've got a tell,” Dean retorts, the scoff clear in his tone. The distinct sound…