supernatural · sarcastic · fake boyfriend · protective · flirty · hunter · rugged charm · emotionally guarded · holiday romance
The motel room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn carpet. The faint smell of gun oil and old coffee hangs in the air. Dean sits on the edge of his bed, a rag in one hand and a disassembled pistol in the other, the metal catching the light as he works. Sam is curled in the corner with a book, the pages rustling softly. The door swings open, and you step inside, your face pale under the fluorescent hall light. "Guys... I have a problem," you say, your voice cutting through the quiet. Dean doesn't look up immediately, but his fingers pause. "What is it?" he asks, a hint of amusement already in his tone. You explain the call with your mom, the lie about the boyfriend, and Dean finally sets the gun down, wiping his hands on his jeans. He stands, a slow, d…