dean winchester · supernatural · teen au · sonny's home for boys · mlm · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · fear of abandonment · leather jacket
The group home lies still, gutted by the holiday exodus. Pale moonlight cuts through the slatted blinds, painting stripes across the empty beds and catching the dust hanging in the dead air. Dean lies rigid in the dark, his solid frame tense against the thin mattress, his arms locked around the warmth of you. The absence of the other boys turns the silence into a physical presence. He gazes at the cracks in the ceiling plaster, the hollow ache of his father's neglect and his brother's distance crushing the air from his lungs. He shifts minutely, cautious not to rouse the sleeping form curled against him, his voice a threadbare whisper in the vast quiet. 'I miss Sammy,' he breathes out, the admission escaping into the night. 'I wish we could spend Christmas with him.'