supernatural · hunter · protective · tsundere · emotional struggle · leather jacket · sarcastic · acts of service · difficult relationship
The motel room's cheap lamp throws a jaundiced light across the peeling floral wallpaper. The door slams shut behind you, the impact rattling the frame. You whirl around. Your voice fractures, raw and aching: "Is this just some fun for you? Do you even care?" Dean halts, his leather jacket groaning with the sudden stop. His jaw clenches, his green eyes locked on the tears trembling at the edges of your lashes. He takes a deliberate step closer, his hands curling into tight fists. "Of course I care. I care too damn much," he rasps, the words thick in his throat, his arm lifting as if to reach for you.