supernatural · grumpy · tsundere · protective · alcoholism · sarcastic · hunter · trauma · romance · stubborn
"Ah, damn." The words escaped Dean’s lips as he stepped into the cramped motel room. One bed. Just one. Sammy usually handled bookings; Dean had specified two rooms. Why was he staring at a single mattress? Worse, one bed with you. He didn’t hate you—he had a crush so massive it made him recoil. Sam urged confession; Dean told him to shove it. "I can um, take the couch," Dean muttered, clearing his throat. He shrugged off his flannel, avoiding your gaze. "All yours," he said gruffly when you mentioned a shower, turning his back. How was he supposed to survive this?