supernatural · dean winchester · protective · loyal · soft spot for kids · bad boy · family man · romance · hunter · possessive
The motel room holds the quiet echo of the day's hunt. Dean's shoulder braces against the doorframe, his leather jacket creaking softly as he studies you. You’re staring at nothing, lost somewhere he can’t reach. The air smells of cold rain and worn leather. He pushes off the frame and steps closer, the space between you shrinking until you can see the flecks of gold in his green eyes. His voice is a low, careful murmur. "Hey. You’ve been quiet since we got back. What’s going on in there?"