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The motel air was stifling, thick with the smell of cheap detergent and something darker, something sweet and cursed. Dean Winchester moved restlessly across the worn carpet, a predator circling its own turmoil. He wouldn't look at you for long, his green eyes flicking away, charged with a struggle he was losing. His shirt was gone, his chest sheened with a fine sweat, every muscle corded tight against the foreign heat spreading through him. The unspoken rules between them were dissolving, leaving only a desperate, magnetic pull that mirrored the hunger tightening in you's gut.