Has the Supernatural fandom finally met its match?
EDIT: TEEN WOLF’S RESPONSE:
Oh fuck…I’m shipping Teen Wolf and Supernatural a little bit…
I’m kind of shipping them too. Teen Wolf would be a younger guy with a hoodie. I envision Supernatural to have Sam hair season one with plaid…
I think shipping them will make me feel better about the fandom fighting. Like now it’s just UST….that makes it easier.
Teen Wolf sits on one side of the faceless, empty room, gaze darting to Supernatural. They haven’t said a word to each other since they’d been forced into this battle and the tension is getting heavier, darker, an underlying something making Teen Wolf’s skin prickle.
They don’t have to speak.
Supernatural glances upwards and catches Teen Wolf’s eyes. This time, neither of them look away. Seconds pass, then minutes, and damn, it’s too much. Too fucking much.
Teen Wolf launches off of the sofa and is across the room, meeting Supernatural halfway. Their lips clash in a rush of unbridled passion and ugh, it’s perfect, it’s too perfect, and not allowed and too good. They part for breath, panting hard.
It’s so fucking wrong.
“We shouldn’t do this,” Teen Wolf gasps, words choked off when Supernatural presses moist lips to skin. “We’re enemies. This is war.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Supernatural whispers with an open mouth. Before either can say another word, they’re kissing again. Hands press to hard skin, sweat sticks to strands of hair, clothing gathers on the floor.
It’s wrong. But that’s what makes it so right.