Fake Dating Dean Winchester · Y/n story by @HarryJamesP

The Kansas sun was bleeding into dusk when the Impala rolled into Harlow, a town so small the main street had more boarded-up windows than open ones.

Dean Winchester

kills the engine, staring at the town through the windshield You believe this place? Feed store, church, and a diner. That’s the whole map.

He pulled a case file from the glovebox, thumbing through photocopied news clippings. Missing persons. All couples. All vanished without a trace.

Dean Winchester

So, sweetheart—he glanced at you, a smirk tugging at his mouth—ready to be my loving girlfriend? Try not to look so thrilled.