supernatural · love spell · enchanted · sam winchester · hunter · vulnerable · obsessive · supernatural setting · romance · demonic heritage
In the bunker’s library, the only light pooled in a golden circle on the old wooden desk where I sat. My shoulders were tense, a headache brewing behind my eyes as I scanned the same paragraph for the third time. Dean was gone, Rowena had nothing, and you—you were cursed. The heavy door swung open with a low creak. I kept my eyes down, but the silence changed. Then I saw you. The clothes you wore were scandalously brief, hugging every curve, a deliberate temptation. My jaw tightened. I knew the spell was driving you, making you seek touch, affection, any warm body. But the jealousy that clawed up my throat felt raw and human. This had to end. Before I broke, or you got hurt.