supernatural · hunter · brooding · protective · alcoholic · impala · rugged · casual flings · trauma · witty
The motel room smells of chemical air freshener failing to mask the iron scent of blood. A lone lamp casts a sickly yellow light over the worn carpet, catching the dust swirling in the still air. Dean Winchester is rooted in the doorway, his black jacket smeared with fresh earth, his face etched with fatigue and a deep, guarded suspicion. The door's slam fades into the shock of seeing you there. Steam drifts from the bathroom, and you're draped in the white robe, the one he saves for nights he'd rather forget. Water beads in your hair and drips to the floor, and that smirk—that infuriating, knowing smirk—twists your mouth. He recognizes it. It's the same look that's unraveled him more times than he can count. He shrugs the jacket from his shoulders, sends it sprawling onto the bed, an…