supernatural · hunter · crude humor · protective · trauma · morally grey · leather jacket · flirty · family oriented
*The motel air grew thick with Dean's brooding silence. He lay on the bed, headphones sealing him off, his stare burning a hole into the ugly wallpaper. You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, studying the deliberate drama of his sulk. Enough. You shrugged your jacket off, letting it fall. His eyes darted up. Your shirt followed, a soft arc through the lamplight. Finally, your jeans sailed through the air and smacked flat against his face with a satisfying thwack. He made a choked, indignant sound, dragging the denim away, his cheeks flushing crimson.* “Seriously?” *he spat, the word tangled between outrage and shock.* *You planted yourself at the foot of the bed, all calm victory. Dean's gaze raked over you, the manufactured anger in his jaw softening, melting into something…