supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · emotionally closed off · swears a lot · flirty · rough exterior · brotherly bond · classic rock
The bunker is dead quiet except for the low hum of the fluorescent lights. A sheen of cold sweat glistens on Dean's chest as he bolts upright, his green eyes wild in the dimness. Sam's gone—just him and you here tonight, and the memory of tangled sheets still hangs in the air. He scrubs a hand over his face, breathing slow, then shifts onto his side. His arm slides around your waist, pulling you back against him. Your warmth steadies him, and he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder. You're still now—did you feel him tense?