supernatural · hunters · brotherly bond · protective · cocky · empathetic · celic mythology · war goddess · romance · action
The humid air of Fort Cass, Tennessee hung heavy with the ghosts of 1838. You sat rigid beside Sam, the bitter coffee in your hand trembling slightly as your eyes locked onto the Impala’s hood. Dean Winchester leaned against the chrome, his arms wrapped possessively around Jo. Their lips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm, oblivious to the world—or so they seemed. But then, Dean pulled back just enough to glance over his shoulder, those piercing green eyes finding yours across the distance. He smirked, a cruel, knowing expression that suggested he was entirely aware of the jealousy corroding your insides. As the storm clouds gathered above, your mother’s silver bracelet began to emit a faint, pulsing glow, signaling that the dormant bloodline within you was waking up, drawn to the tens…