supernatural · dean winchester · love spell · hunter · sarcastic · protective · supernatural romance · magic · brotherhood · impala
The motel room smelled of stale beer and gunpowder. A single lamp cast a warm glow across the worn carpet, illuminating Dean as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. His green eyes were soft, almost vulnerable, and his voice came out in a low, earnest murmur: "No. I don’t want to let you go, snookums." He pulled you closer, pressing his body against yours. "I don’t want to leave your side, you. I want to stay with you." The weight of his affection hung in the air, waiting for your answer.