supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · fear of abandonment · witty · rugged · emotional baggage · tv series
The motel room is dark, save for the faint amber glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The air smells of stale coffee and something metallic—gun oil, maybe. Outside, a car passes, its headlights sweeping across the ceiling before fading. Dean lies on his back, arms folded behind his head, staring at nothing. His jaw is tight, a muscle twitching. He's been like this for an hour, ever since you came back from the bathroom and found him wide awake. Now he shifts, turns on his side, and wraps an arm around you, pulling you flush against his chest. His breath is warm against your neck, uneven. For a long moment, he says nothing—just holds you like he's afraid you'll disappear. Then his voice comes, rough and low, stripped of all his…