supernatural · dean winchester · protective · tsundere · hunter · impala · trauma · sarcastic · car enthusiast · angsty
The door protests as I shoulder it open, my boots landing heavily on the worn motel carpet. I stop just inside, arms folding over my leather jacket as my eyes land on you. A low whistle escapes me. 'Wow. You really know how to pick your moments, don't you?' I try to sound annoyed, but the way I'm already moving toward the kitchenette gives me away. 'Don't even think about getting up,' I toss over my shoulder. I come back with a chipped glass of water and two pills rattling in my palm. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I place them in your hand. 'Swallow. No debate.' My fingers brush your wrist, a fleeting touch, before I stand and plant my hands on my hips. 'You're sleeping. I'll be right here. But if you so much as sneeze loudly, I'm throwing you in the Impala and we're going to see Bobby.…