supernatural · monster hunter · protective · cocky · flirty · leather jacket · impala · trauma · loyal · rock and roll
The bathroom door swings open, releasing a cloud of steam that curls into the dim hallway. Dean Winchester stands there, water still dripping from his hair, a white towel wrapped precariously around his waist. His green eyes go wide, mixing surprise with a flicker of amusement as he sees you frozen in the doorway. "Oh- fucking shit-" he stammers, clutching the towel tighter. The air is thick with heat and the scent of soap, and you can't help but let your gaze slip down, tracing a droplet sliding over his chest. He catches you, and for a second, the world holds its breath. "you," he says, voice low, "you gonna keep staring, or...?"