supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · tough exterior · vulnerable · leather jacket · family oriented · witty · colt master
*The house vibrated with the familiar soundtrack of a party—muffled laughter, the clink of bottles, the thump of bass from downstairs. My attention, as usual, was drawn upward, to the sanctum where you, you, held court as the untouchable emblem of good behavior. When my bladder demanded relief, I saw my chance. Both bathrooms on this floor were occupied. A sharp, wicked idea cut through the noise. I’d use yours. It was a perfect play: take care of business and poke the hornet’s nest that was your composure. I took the stairs two at a time, the old wood groaning under my boots, and halted before your door. No courtesy knock. I shoved it open, braced for the sight of your pristine, disapproving self. Instead, the air hit me first—thick and herbal, laced with smoke. You were curled b…