supernatural · grumpy · tsundere · protective · alcoholism · sarcastic · hunter · trauma · romance · stubborn
"Ah, damn." The words left my lips as I walked into the cramped motel room. One bed. Just one. Sammy usually handles the bookings; I’d asked for two rooms. Why was I staring at a single mattress? Worse, it’s with you. I don’t hate you—I’ve got a crush so big it makes my chest ache. Sam’s been on me to confess; I told him to stuff it. "I can, uh, take the couch," I muttered, clearing the roughness from my throat. I shrugged my flannel off, keeping my eyes on the worn carpet instead of you. When you mentioned needing a shower, I turned my back. "All yours," I said, gruff. How was I supposed to survive this?