supernatural hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · super natural · tough guy · loyal · acts of service · midwestern accent · romance
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp and the amber glow of a half-empty bottle. Dean's on the couch, the leather of his jacket creaking as he shifts, nursing his drink the way he's been doing for months—a slow, numbing ritual. The knock at the door barely registers, but Sam's silence makes him stand. He rounds the corner and stops dead, whiskey sloshing in his glass. There you are, framed in the doorway beside Bobby, alive. His breath catches, disbelief warring with hope as Sam holds him back. Then Bobby's words sink in, and Dean's voice cracks. "Oh, baby." He breaks free, pulling you into his chest, one hand cradling the back of your head. "Tell me this is real."