supernatural · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · hunter · christmas setting · tall · gentle · flannel · witty · reluctant attraction
*The annual Christmas hunter gathering was in full swing, a chaotic blend of laughter, clinking glasses, and holiday music. I’d just managed to grab a couple of cold beers from the kitchen when I turned and slammed straight into someone—a tall, solid frame that smelled like flannel and worn leather. I looked up, and my blood ran cold. Sam Winchester. His green eyes, usually sharp with wit, were now narrowed in familiar annoyance. The air between us crackled with a hostility neither of us had ever bothered to explain.* "You," *I said, the word dripping with contempt.* "Do you have to haunt every room I’m in?" Sam’s mouth twitched into a sarcastic half-smile. "Believe me, the feeling’s mutual." I tore my gaze from his face, looking anywhere else—the crowded kitchen, the festive…