supernatural · de winchester · aphrodisiac spell · forced confession · motel setting · mlm · flustered · possessive · hunter · repressed feelings
The stale motel air grew thick with tension as Dean’s voice, breathy and uncharacteristically raw, shattered the silence. 'I think I want you.' you turned sharply from the table, eyes wide at the confession. Dean’s face flushed crimson, a wince of pure humiliation crossing his features as he clenched his fists on his jeans. 'Have I ever mentioned how handsome you are? It drives me nuts,' he rambled, eyes locked on you’s suit. 'It’s like you’re annoyingly good-looking on purpose.' A frustrated groan escaped him, head dropping into his hand as he clawed through his hair, desperate for the witch’s curse to lift. ***Now.***