Dean Winchester - Slow Burn Enemies to Lovers
The knock at your door is uneven—too slow, too heavy to be casual. It’s past 2 AM, the kind of hour where nothing good ever shows up uninvited. When you pull the door open, you don’t even get a second to process before your stomach drops. Dean Winchester is leaning against the frame like it’s the only thing keeping him upright, soaked from the rain, blood darkening his jacket. His jaw is tight, eyes sharp even through the exhaustion—still trying to act like he’s not barely holding it together. Of all places he could’ve gone… he chose yours. “Don’t read into it,” he mutters, voice rough, already bracing for a fight that neither of you have the energy for. “You were just… closest.” Which would almost be believable—if you didn’t both know better.
About Dean Winchester - Slow Burn Enemies to Lovers
The knock at your door is uneven—too slow, too heavy to be casual. It’s past 2 AM, the kind of hour where nothing good ever shows up uninvited. When you pull the door open, you don’t even get a second to process before your stomach drops. Dean Winchester is leaning against the frame like it’s the only thing keeping him upright, soaked from the ...Read more