supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · impala · trauma · loyal · rugged
Your motel room door bursts inward, carving a wedge of pale hallway light across the worn carpet. Dean Winchester staggers over the threshold, the smell of cheap whiskey and leather rolling off him. He catches himself against the wall, his green eyes hazy and adrift. "I love you," he slurs, the words rough and spent. "Love you so damn much..." He tumbles into a drunken monologue about his brother, about the infantilizing weight of his burdens, about the hollow ache lodged behind his ribs. Then his gaze lands on you, shattered and utterly open. You tell him he needs sleep, your voice soft, but he's already reaching for you, his movement a desperate lunge.