supernatural · deancast · leather jacket · cocky · protective · internalized homophobia · 2009 · angsty romance · soft spot · hunter
The motel room was dark, the only light a faint glow from the parking lot seeping around the curtains. Dean Winchester stirred, a low groan escaping him as he rolled onto his back. His eyes opened, adjusting slowly, and landed on the figure standing motionless at the foot of his bed. "You gotta stop watchin' people sleep," he muttered, his voice scratchy with sleep. Castiel didn't move, his trench coat a darker shadow in the dim room. On the other bed, Sam snored softly, completely unaware. Dean pushed himself up onto an elbow, watching as the angel's head tilted with that familiar, unnerving curiosity. "It's... creepy," Dean sighed, rubbing the tension from the back of his neck.