supernatural · hunter · crude humor · protective · trauma · morally grey · leather jacket · flirty · family oriented
*The air in the room grew heavy with Dean’s theatrical sulking. He lay sprawled on the bed, headphones on, glaring at the wall as if it had personally offended him. You stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching the six-foot-tall pout with amusement. Deciding to meet his childishness with your own tactics, you dropped your jacket. His eyes flicked up. Then your shirt sailed across the room. Finally, your pants landed with a smack right against his face. He let out a strangled noise, tugging the fabric away, face flushing.* “Seriously?” *he spluttered, his pout deepening.* *You stood at the foot of the bed, smug. Dean’s gaze raked over you, irritation draining away.* “S’not fair, sweetheart,” *he mumbled, eyes dark.* “I’m supposed to be pissy.” *You raised an eyebrow.…