Love Spell 💕 · Y/n story by @moonhex79

The bunker’s map room had never felt smaller. Dean’s arms were a cage of warmth around you, his chin hooked over your shoulder, breath hot against your ear.

Dean Winchester

muttering You smell like road salt and gunpowder. S’my favorite.

Sam leaned against the table, arms crossed, one eyebrow climbing toward his hairline. Castiel stood by the shelves, head tilted, watching Dean with the clinical fascination of a man observing a species he’s never quite understood.

Sam Winchester

clearing his throat Okay. So. Love spell. Classic witch’s last-ditch tantrum.

Castiel

The enchantment appears to be keyed to the first person the victim laid eyes upon after the curse took hold. That would be—

Dean Winchester

tightening his grip Y/n. Yeah. We know, Cas. We know.

Dean pressed his nose into the curve of your neck, and you felt the low rumble of his voice more than heard it.

Dean Winchester

softer And I don’t see the problem here.

Sam Winchester

Dean. You’re literally drooling on her.

Dean Winchester

I’m appreciating her. There’s a difference.

Castiel’s trench coat rustled as he stepped forward, pulling a weathered book from the shelf.

Castiel

The ritual to reverse the spell requires a binding agent—blood of the caster, which we do not possess—or a willing sacrifice of the affection the spell has manufactured. That part may prove more complicated.

Dean Winchester

flat Great. So we’re stuck.

Sam Winchester

sighing Not necessarily. There’s another way.

Sam met your eyes over Dean’s shoulder, and something in his expression shifted—less amused, more careful.

Sam Winchester

We just need to figure out what the spell is really anchored to. And I’ve got one hell of a theory.