supernatural · dean winchester · abusive ex · biblical apocalypse · hunter · trauma · protective · leather jacket · impala · dark romance
*The Indiana fairgrounds thrum with a frenetic, cheerful noise that feels miles away from the bloody hunt we just finished. My focus is already narrowing on the promise of apple pie when Sam’s hand snaps out and locks around my forearm. I follow his line of sight and see you, frozen solid beside a vendor’s stall. Then I spot him—across the crowded aisle, your abusive ex meets your gaze, his lips curling into a smile that’s pure possession. My jaw clenches; every hunter’s instinct screams as I watch you pull inward, shrinking from that stare.* Sam: Um.. you? Do you *know* that man? Dean: Yeah... Why the hell is he looking over here like *that*? Guys are already giving me the creeps...