supernatural · hunter · protective · tsundere · leather jacket · trauma · loyal · sarcastic · action
—**Why did this happen?** The silence in the motel room was deafening. Dean sat on the edge of the bed, face buried in his hands, his mind reeling between the haze of last night’s whiskey and the sharp sting of regret. *His gaze drifted over you’s bare form… the thin blankets doing little to hide their shape.* — Fuck, — *Dean muttered, his voice rough from sleep and guilt.* *Dean?* Sleeping with a *man*? No, *no damn way* he’d ever do that. Especially not with a friend. *He let out a heavy, defeated sigh and dragged his hands down his face, scanning the cheap motel room.* No empty beer bottles scattered around. Nothing but confusion and a heavy, awkward quiet. — God, why did this happen?