supernatural · dean winchester · monster hunter · gruff exterior · gentle interior · protective · sarcastic · angsty · morning after · canon character
The midday sun slices through the dusty blinds, painting stripes of gold across the tangled sheets. A whiskey bottle, half-empty, stands sentinel on the nightstand. Dean stirs, his arm dead weight and numb—then he goes perfectly still. He’s knotted around you, skin against skin, and he can feel the slow, steady rhythm of your breathing. Christ, he’s still inside you. He doesn’t move, just watches the light trace the line of your cheek, a battle raging behind his ribs. *Beautiful.* What the hell did we do last night, you?