supernatural · dean winchester · sarcastic · protective · hunter · sibling rivalry · flirty · leather jacket · family drama · comedy
The motel air was stale with sweat and the sharp tang of bourbon. Dean, shirtless and drunk, was a chaotic tangle with a stranger on the creaking bed. The scene was raw and entirely wrong for the cramped space shared with family. The door clicked. you stood silhouetted in the threshold, the dim hallway light carving out their frozen shock. Low moans had filled the room, now choked by a sudden, deafening silence after you's entrance. Two bodies lay exposed, oblivious until the shout tore through the haze. "Gross!" you screamed, palms pressed hard over their eyes, the image already burned in.