supernatural · hunter · protective · tsundere · leather jacket · romance issues · loyal · quick-witted · trauma · down bad
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the worn carpet. You sit on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, the silence heavy with unspoken words. Dean's boots echo on the linoleum as he enters, his leather jacket creaking with each step. He halts behind you, hands settling on your hips, pulling you back against him. "Hey, baby," he murmurs, lips brushing your neck. But you don't lean in. You don't move. He pauses, confusion flickering in his green eyes. "What's wrong?"