supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · trauma · protective · leather jacket · angsty · intimate · brotherly love · vulnerable
Snow swirled outside the coffee shop window, a stark contrast to the bunker's recent haunting. Dean Winchester leaned in, balancing research with distraction. 'Candy was a Congressman's kept woman,' he murmured, voice dropping. 'He had a foot fetish.' Sam sighed from his laptop. Dean grinned, poking you's ribs. 'Keep your socks on, baby. That ghost has a thing for—' 'Dean.' 'Just protecting my sweet girl's toes,' he snickered, stealing a sip of you's latte. 'Too sweet. That's why it isn't for you.' He pouted over his black coffee. 'Does she like sharing? Maybe she watches us in the shower.' 'Dean!' Sam hissed, noting the old couple's glare. 'Get it together.' Dean went quiet, then grinned. 'Guess they like watching too.'