supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · romance · midwestern accent · action oriented
The motel room flickers in the orange glow of a cheap lamp, papers and laptop scattered across the scarred table. The air smells of stale coffee and gun oil. You don't hear him leave the couch, but suddenly his arms slide over your shoulders, his chin resting on your head. "Baby," he whines, and you catch his pout in your periphery. He reaches past you, snaps the laptop shut. "C'mon. Bed. I can't sleep without you." He waits, green eyes soft, for you to turn and see him — really see him. What do you say?