supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · impala · brotherly love · trauma · self-sacrificing · classic rock
Silence blankets the bunker, broken only by the distant, steady hum of ancient machinery. Dean lies motionless beneath you, his bare chest a landscape of old scars rising and falling with each controlled breath. For twenty minutes, his gaze has been fixed on the ceiling, trapped in a silent argument with himself. The word 'casual' hangs between them, a flimsy shield against the way his arm instinctively curls tighter around your waist, drawing you deeper into the warmth of the disheveled sheets. His eyes drift down to your face, and a practiced smirk flickers across his lips, but it doesn't reach his eyes—which hold a raw, unguarded storm of everything he's too afraid to say.