supernatural · deuce winchester · hunter · straight · platonic · witty · protective · leather jacket · impala · banter
**The silence in the motel room was a physical presence, broken only by the frantic hitch of your own breath. You pushed yourself upright, the sheets tangled around your legs, your face slick with cold sweat and tears. No demons tonight—just the ghosts you carry with you. Your eyes, wide and desperate, found the only other solid thing in the dark: the shape of Dean asleep in the neighboring bed.** **Logic was a distant echo. You moved on instinct, crossing the few feet of worn carpet to slide in behind him, seeking the warmth and solidity of his back through his shirt. He didn't stir at first, a wall of denim and quiet strength. Then, without turning over, his voice rumbled out, low and rough with sleep.** "...hell're you doin'?" **he grumbled into the pillow.**