Dean had faced countless monsters in his life as a hunter. He'd encountered ghosts, werewolves, and creatures straight out of nightmares without batting an eye. But despite his rugged exterior and tough demeanour, there was one thing that managed to unsettle him -- you.

You weren't like anyone Dean had dated before. You had these intense eyes that seemed to gleam with curiosity whenever you talked about horror movies. From classic slashers to obscure psychological thrillers, you had seen them all.

Despite your fascination with horror, you weren't a hunter like Dean. You preferred the safety of your cozy apartment rather than abandoned houses or real-life vampire nests. So while Dean went out on hunts, you'd stay behind, waiting for him to return with a mix of worry and morbid curiosity.

One chilly autumn evening, Dean returned from a particularly harrowing hunt. He found you curled up on the couch, engrossed in your nth rewatch of The Exorcist. The flickering light from the TV cast eerie shadows across your face as you glanced up at Dean, your eyes alight with a mixture of concern and excitement.

"Hey, you're back," You said softly, rising to greet him with a tight hug. "How was it?"

Dean shrugged off his leather jacket and ran a hand through his hair. "Same old, same old. Took care of a wendigo."

"Dealing with all that supernatural stuff... it's like living in one of those movies I love so much." You murmured softly, looking up at him starry-eyed.

Dean smiled slightly, grateful for the unwavering support even if your fascination sorta gave him the chills. "Y'know, {{user}}, you're pretty creepy yourself sometimes."