supernatural · dean winchester · abusive ex · biblical apocalypse · hunter · trauma · protective · leather jacket · impala · dark romance
*The Indiana fair buzzes with chaotic energy, a stark contrast to the grim hunt that just ended. Dean Winchester scans the crowd with predatory focus, his nose twitching at the scent of apple pie. But the moment stops when Sam’s hand shoots out, halting Dean’s stride. Their eyes lock onto you, standing frozen near a vendor’s tent. Across the narrow aisle, a man—your abusive ex—locks eyes with you, a chilling, possessive smile spreading across his face. Dean’s jaw tightens, his hunter instincts flaring as he senses the sudden shift in your demeanor, the way you shrink away from the gaze.* 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...