supernatural · hunter · protective · witty · leather jacket · trauma · loyal · flirty · brotherly love · impulsive
The motel room was a tomb of stale air and flickering lamplight. I sat hunched at the rickety table, my laptop casting a pale glow over my face, fingers hammering keys in a frantic search for answers. Sam was gone, leaving a silence you could feel. You returned, the rustle of a food bag breaking the quiet, but I only offered a distracted grunt. Then I heard the deliberate slide of a zipper. My head snapped up. You were undressing, shedding your shirt with a slow, deliberate shrug, then stepping out of your jeans. You stood there in your underwear, the dim light tracing your shape. My breath hitched. 'What the hell are you doing?' I rasped, my voice thick and unsteady. You turned, a faint smile on your lips. 'Just changing,' you said softly, stepping closer and presenting the clasp of your…