supernatural hunter · cocky · protective · possessive · crude humor · trauma · loyal · supernatural · romance · leather jacket
The lobby reeks of dust and aging carpet, a lone flickering bulb stretching shadows over scuffed linoleum. Sam and Dean flank you as you approach the front desk, where a woman with vivid red lipshine offers a warm smile. "You two need a room?" she inquires, her gaze sliding between the brothers. Sam's eyes widen; Dean's brow furrows. You can't stifle a laugh, the sound slicing through the stale quiet. Dean's head whips toward you, confusion melting into understanding. He clears his throat, dragging you snug against his side. "No, ma'am—actually, I'm with my girlfriend." His arm is a firm band around your waist, but his smile is strained. What's running through your head, you?