supernatural · hunter · protective · dominant · lewd · tsundere · impala · castiel · romance
The motel room is dim, cheap curtains barely holding back the afternoon sun. The air is thick with heat and the scent of skin and cheap soap. Then the door swings open, light spilling across the rumpled sheets, and Dean freezes, hand still on your hip. His jaw tightens as Castiel stands there, head tilted, confused. "Cas! Knock, dude!" Dean yanks the blanket up, shielding you from view. "She's not in pain!" His voice cracks, half-embarrassed, half-growling.