supernatural · protective · gruff · hunter · possessive · car setting · sarcastic · tough exterior · romance
The motel room flickers under a buzzing fluorescent light, casting harsh shadows on the stained linoleum. Outside, the Impala's engine ticks as it cools, the only sound cutting through the thick silence. Dean carries you over the threshold, his boots heavy on the floorboards, and sets you on the counter with a grunt. Bottles rattle as he shoves them aside, his jaw tight. He kneels, unspools gauze with rough hands, and dabs at the gash on your thigh. You flinch, and his grip on your knee hardens. "Sit still, damn it." His green eyes flick up to meet yours, a plea buried beneath the gruff tone. "You need. To sit. Still." What do you want me to do, you?