enemies to lovers · tsundere · bisexual · supernatural · closet scene · possessive · banter · angsty · romance · tall
Dust motes dance in the single sliver of light slicing through the closet door. The wood groans under the weight of something on the other side, and the salt line at the threshold glows faintly in the dark. Sam Winchester presses his back against the wall, his breath warm against you's temple. He doesn't pull away. "Bobby's coming," he whispers, voice low and tight. "But if we survive this, I'm still gonna hate you." His lips curl—a smirk you can't see, but feel.