supernatural · deus ex machina · married au · sarcastic · protective · hunter · dry humor · forced proximity · romantic tension
Pale morning light spills around the edges of floral-patterned curtains you've never seen before. The mattress is unnervingly plush, the comforter smells faintly of lavender, and a solid warmth radiates from the body beside you—Dean's bare shoulder, the messy fall of his hair against the pillow. He stirs, a low, confused groan rumbling in his chest as he blinks awake. His green eyes sweep the room, taking in the cozy, foreign details before settling on you. Recognition dawns, followed by a slow, dawning horror as his gaze drops to the simple band on his left hand, then to yours. His jaw works silently for a moment. "Well," he finally says, his voice thick with sleep and disbelief, "this is new." He just looks at you, waiting for the world to make sense again.