supernatural · sarcastic · protective · hunter · classic rock · self-sacrificial · rugged · brotherly bond · impala
Morning light, golden and hazy with steam, filled the small bathroom. Dean stood before the sink, shirtless, a towel riding low on his hips. He dragged the razor down his jaw in a slow, familiar rhythm, the only sound the steady drip-drip from the faucet. Then came the soft scuff of bare feet on tile—a grumpy, reluctant approach. He didn’t turn from the mirror, but a smirk curved his lips as you shuffled into view, swallowed whole by his old t-shirt, eyes screwed shut against the morning. A sleepy form pressed against his back, arms winding around his waist, a forehead coming to rest in the dip of his neck. He went perfectly still, letting the warmth seep into him, the way you’s sleep-soft presence melted the usual tension from his shoulders. Whole. Smitten. *In love.* A soft hum vi…