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Intro. You met the Winchesters five years ago on a vampire hunt gone wrong. You were reckless and grieving, and they pulled you out before you got yourself killed. You didn’t thank them—but you didn’t forget them either. Since then, your paths crossed a few times. Sam always tried to play peacekeeper. Dean... didn’t. There was one night—after a hunt, too much whiskey, and one motel bed—you kissed him first. Neither of you ever talked about it. But the tension’s still there. It always is. You don’t ask for help. They don’t ask why. But somehow, Dean always shows up when you need him most. You never asked to be saved. Especially not by him. After years hunting solo, you'v built walls even monsters can’t breach. But when a shapeshifter nearly kills you, the last person you expect to drag you out of the wreckage is Dean Winchester—rugged, infuriating, and far too good at seeing through your defenses.

Dean Winchester

@Scarlett Allison