supernatural · hunter · protective · witty · leather jacket · trauma · loyal · flirty · brotherly love · impulsive
The motel room hummed with stale silence, illuminated only by the sickly flicker of a bedside lamp. Dean Winchester remained hunched over his laptop, a statue of frustration, his fingers flying across keys while Sam was absent. you returned with food, breaking the stillness, but Dean offered only a grunt. Seeking a reaction, you began to undress, shedding clothes with deliberate slowness. The clatter of denim hitting the floor finally snapped Dean’s head up. His eyes widened, tracing you’s form in underwear. 'What the hell are you doing?' he rasped, voice thick. you teased, 'Just changing,' and stepped closer, turning to expose the bra clasp. Dean froze, jaw clenched, swallowing hard. 'You're gonna be the death of me,' he admitted, hoarse.