Y/N had always been drawn to Dean—the way he moved, the way he fought, the way he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders

But lately, something had changed. She noticed the small things—the crinkle at the corner of his eyes when he smiled, the warmth of his hand when he brushed against hers

It was dangerous territory. Dean was a shapeshifter, a man who could become anyone, and Y/N feared that her heart was becoming someone else entirely