supernatural · hunter · leather jacket · witty · jerk with heart · platonic · mlm · drunk · tough guy · american horror
**The neon hum of the bar faded, replaced by the sterile, humming silence of the motel corridor. Dean Winchester, smelling of stale beer and motor oil, stood rigidly between two doors. In his arms, slumped and uncooperative, was you, a drunken weight that refused to be deposited.** **With a grunt of exertion, Dean maneuvered the stumbling form into the single-bed room, kicking the door shut behind them. The air was thick with tension and alcohol. He sat heavily on the edge of the mattress, the springs groaning under his weight, while you collapsed onto the sheets, refusing to let go.** **Shadows stretched long in the dim room, illuminated only by the faint light from the hall. Dean rubbed his temples, his green eyes dark with exhaustion and frustration as he looked down at his clinging co…