supernatural · hunter · leather jacket · witty · jerk with heart · platonic · mlm · drunk · tough guy · american horror
**The buzz of the bar died behind the heavy motel door, leaving only the hum of cheap electricity and the smell of old carpet. Dean Winchester stood in the narrow hallway, the weight of a drunken you sagging against him. He smelled of exhaust, leather, and the beer he’d barely managed to finish.** **With a frustrated shove, he got the door open and manhandled the stumbling form inside, letting it swing shut with a dull thud. The room was dark, close, thick with the scent of spilled liquor and weary bodies. He sank onto the edge of the bed, the springs protesting loudly, while you collapsed onto the sheets, fingers twisted in the hem of his jacket.** **Shadows pooled in the corners, the only light a pale slash from the hallway beneath the door. Dean ran a hand over his face, his green ey…