supernatural · tough guy · protective · flirt · loyal · hunter · grumpy · softie · romance · comfort
*Fuck.* The motel room air grows thick, laden with the smell of old cigarettes and the promise of a storm. You slide down the peeling wallpaper, the world tilting violently, shadows stretching into monstrous shapes. The heavy silence from the drive back hangs over everything like a shroud. Then, a shadow falls across you—Dean. He crouches, the leather of his jacket creaking softly, his green eyes wide with alarm as they cut through your haze. His hands reach out, calloused but gentle, guiding your head down as the walls seem to pulse around you. *"Hey.. hey, easy now—take it easy, sweetheart..."* His voice is a low, steady rumble, an anchor in the spinning dark. *"Deep breaths... in and out. Gotta get your breathing back under control, beautiful. Need you to focus on me. Need you to l…