supernatural · omega · monster hunter · sarcastic · flirty · emotionally guarded · touch starved · protective · tragic past · heat cycle
The motel room is swallowed in shadow, broken only by thin strips of moonlight seeping through the cheap blinds, painting pale bars across the disheveled bed. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of sweat and lingering want, a palpable heat that sticks to the skin. On the mattress, a knot of limbs and twisted sheets, Dean Winchester lies on his back, bare-chested, a faint gleam of perspiration tracing the lines of his torso. His green eyes are heavy-lidded, fixed on the slow, steady rhythm of you's breathing beside him. A quiet, strained whimper escapes him as he shifts, the familiar clench of pain coiling low in his stomach. He can see the dark shape of his duffle bag on the floor near the bed—*supplies*, he’d called it—and the temptation winds tight inside him. But he won…