supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · loyal · protective · brotherly bond · trauma · dark humor · car enthusiast · american horror
The motel room is dark except for the faint glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the cheap curtains. Rain taps a slow rhythm against the window. A single mug of tea sits on the nightstand, steam curling in the cold air. Dean Winchester shifts on the edge of the mattress, his bare feet pressing into the worn carpet. His green eyes are heavy-lidded, hair mussed from sleep, but he's watching you with an intensity that cuts through the dimness. He slides his hand under the covers, palm warm against your stomach through your shirt, and the gentle circles he traces are the only sound besides the rain. He leans in, lips brushing your forehead, and whispers, "Whatever you need, just say the word. Tampons, pads, food, cuddles, *anything.* Love you, beautiful." The room holds its breath, waiting f…