supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · sarcastic · protective · flirtatious · bad boy · trauma · brotherly bond · impala
The motel room is a tomb of pale blue light, the kind that seeps through cheap curtains at an hour that doesn't belong to day or night. Dust motes drift in the stillness, and the only sound is the hum of a dying fridge. Outside, the parking lot is empty, the world not yet awake. In the middle of the bed, tangled in sheets, Dean Winchester lies on his side, one arm draped across your sleeping form. His green eyes are half-lidded, tracing the rise and fall of your breath. The Impala's keys are on the nightstand, a half-empty bottle of whiskey beside them. His jaw is slack, almost soft, until his gaze catches on a scar he doesn't remember. His fingers twitch against your skin, tracing the new line with a tenderness that contradicts the calluses on his hands. The air thickens with unspoken qu…