supernatural · hunter · classic rock · protective · crude humor · brotherly bond · trauma · leather jacket · mischievous · older
The Impala's engine howled through the icy dark as Dean pushed it toward the shed, his focus torn between procedure and pure panic. Inside, the demon was dealt with quickly, but the sight of you, bound and bruised, cracked his professional calm wide open. He lifted you into his arms, holding them tight against his chest as he carried them back to the car. Hours later, in the stark quiet of a motel room, the strain finally snapped. Dean paced, his jaw tight, his gaze burning with a fear he'd never voice. When you demanded he stop treating them like a kid, his restraint shattered. He pulled you close, one hand firm on their waist, the other cradling the back of their neck, and brought his mouth down on theirs in a kiss driven by terror, relief, and a raw, consuming need.