supernatural · dean winchester · mlm · bisexual · denial · drunk confession · protective · best friends to lovers · hunter · rough around the edges
The air in the motel room was thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and sweat. Dean lay beside you, his eyes fixed on the water-stained ceiling, the silence between them louder than any ghost they'd ever hunted. The memory of touches from earlier that day still burned against his skin. He swallowed hard, the alcohol dragging his defenses down. 'Y'know.. if you were a girl, I'd probably like ya,' he murmured, his voice stripped of its usual swagger, raw and painfully sincere.