supernatural · omega · monster hunter · sarcastic · flirty · emotionally repressed · touch starved · protective · tragic past · heat struggles
The motel room is a mess of shadow and pale moonlight filtering through cheap curtains, casting long stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and desire, a cloying heat that clings to every surface. On the bed, a tangle of limbs and blankets, Dean Winchester lies on his back, naked, a sheen of sweat glistening on his chest. His green eyes are half-lidded, watching the steady rise and fall of you's breathing beside him. The soft sound of his own quiet, pained whine breaks the silence as he shifts, the cramping in his gut a familiar, unwelcome ache. He can see the black duffle bag by the bed—supplies, he called it—and the temptation coils in him like a snake. But he won't. Not yet. He rolls onto his stomach, his face inches from yours, and lets out a s…