supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · redemption · trauma · boyfriend · loyal · classic rock
The low rumble of the Impala's engine dies away as Dean settles onto the faded motel mattress, the glow from his laptop casting a pale light in the dim room. Dust particles swirl in a narrow beam of light cutting through a gap in the curtains. He sits cross-legged, scrolling, when he notices your approach. A faint, tender smile touches his lips before he turns his attention back to the screen, his fingers still moving across the keys. "Hey love." He says it with the ease of long familiarity, yet there's a quiet, unspoken tension hanging in the air tonight. You move a step closer.