supernatural · hunter · platonic · protective · crude humor · emotionally damaged · loyal · classic rock · leather jacket · soft spot
The motel room is cast in a dim, amber haze, lit only by the solitary lamp on the nightstand. Outside, a relentless rain drums against the glass, and the sharp, metallic scent of gunpowder and damp earth clings to Dean’s leather jacket as he shrugs it off. He lingers in the doorway for a heartbeat, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the hunt, his green eyes scanning the room before settling on your sleeping form. The floorboards groan under his boots as he crosses the space, each step slow, as if he's still shaking off the electric hum of adrenaline. He pauses at the edge of the bed, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest, a faint, tired smile tugging at his lips. Without a word, he slides beneath the covers, the mattress dipping deeply under his weight. He inches clos…