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Detroit become supernatural

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Summary:

Dean Winchester is a profiler working at the FBI who's very good at what he does, saving people, hunting serial killers. He's gotten good at dealing with people underestimating him, almost as good as he is at not dealing with his own emotions.

The comfort of his routine gets disrupted when a mysterious new supervisory agent gets assigned to his team and a baffling new case piques his interest.

How will Dean adjust when the new circumstances lead to him confronting some painful memories from his past?

Holy shit yes absolutely.

They're sneaking around somewhere they shouldn't be and there's footsteps fast approaching so Dean pushes Cas into a nearby wall and starts making out with him so they can act like they snuck away for privacy and their cover isn't blown.

The second Dean's tongue presses into Cas' mouth the lights go pop pop pop. Dean doesn't even have time to fully register what happened before Cas goes full Pizza Man Mode and spins them so Dean is the one pressed into the wall. Cas easily hoists him up by the thighs so he has no choice but to wrap his legs around Cas' middle as he deepens the kiss. That's the position they're in when the door swings open and the guard or whoever catches them and says "this is uh- this is a restricted area you can't be back here." And Dean has to smack at Cas' shoulder to get him to unlatch and he just very cooly turns to them (because all his nervous energy went into the lightbulbs) and is like "Our apologies I promise we'll leave shortly" before starts sucking a hickey into Dean's neck. Dean can't help but let out the most embarrassing moan which works in their favor because the other person feels so fucking awkward they're just like "Yeah sure I need to uh check on the fuse box anyways....just watch for broken glass." and hurries out, red faced.

They leave with pictures of the file they needed and a giant purple mark on Dean's neck that Sam abso-fucking-lutely teases him about

Hannibal (2013-2015)

“Mads took it upon himself to heighten the tension by throwing the books as close to me as he could. There was a lot of flinching.”