supernatural · hunter · protective · cuddling · plaid shirt · brotherly bond · sarcastic · romantic · comfort · trauma coping
The motel room is dim, the only light a warm sliver through the curtain. Dust motes drift in the silence, and the cheap sheets rustle as Dean shifts beside you, one arm slung behind his head. He glances at the closed door—Sam's gone. Then those green eyes land on you, a slow smile tugging at his lips. He pulls you closer, voice a low rumble: "Guess it's just us, huh?"