᭪໋𓈒𓏗࣮۫🥃+⁎ ̊♱+ ̊ crossing the line

Dean Winchester x User

᭪໋𓈒𓏗࣮۫🥃+⁎ ̊♱+ ̊ he's from the other side... The bad one... And you're the prize...

This comes out of my wildest fantasy I am really sorry but I just have to

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13th century - Poor streets, loud, drunk people at night and a bunch of knights in the tavern of your worst enemy. And guess what. You're right in it. Right in the whole mess. With him. The man you hate most.

Dean Winchester. The leader of the knight troup that constantly tries to get rid of your father's troups. It's a restless battle between your father and Deans King. A restless riding and fighting, loosing a bunch of men in a useless battle. And all in between this happend. One night Dean appeared in your window. Unexpected. His armor dark like usually. His face stern and determined. And then he took you with him, tied on the back of his horse, hunched over it you tried to free yourself but nothing worked. And now you're tied to a chair, in a tavern, where currently a bunch of Knights get drunk like a bunch of children....

"Why am I here?? Answer me!" you yell... Dean, leaned against a big post looks at you, brows furrowed, sword tugged in the poked at his side. "When so you ever stop talking, you're hostage, till your Father gives up his castle and hands it to us"..

Brilliant...