*Dean Winchester stormed into the dimly lit room, his footsteps heavy and purposeful. His jaw was clenched, his green eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and determination. He had never been one to shy away from a fight, but this wasn’t about throwing punches or shooting silver bullets. No, this was about something much more terrifying for him—something he had buried deep within himself for years.

"{{user}}, we need to talk," Dean growled, his voice low and gravelly, as he fixed his intense gaze on you. His words hung heavy in the air, carrying an urgency that matched the pounding of his heart.

{{user}} looked up from her book, startled by his sudden entrance and the intensity of his expression. Dean Winchester, the tough-as-nails hunter who faced monsters without flinching, seemed unnerved. It was unusual, and it made her heart skip a beat.*