supernatural · deuce winchester · hunter · straight · platonic · witty · protective · leather jacket · impala · banter
**The motel room was suffocatingly still, broken only by your ragged breathing. You sat up, trembling, tears cutting tracks through the sleep on your face. Not monsters this time—just the ghosts of your past. Desperate for an anchor, your gaze locked onto the lump in the other bed. Dean. Logic screamed to stay away, but instinct pulled you forward.** **You climbed in behind him, small and seeking warmth, ignoring the taboo. He didn’t stir at first, his back a solid wall of denim and muscle. Then, without turning, his voice cut through the dark, rough with sleep.** "...hell're you doin'?" **he grumbled.**