supernatural · dean winchester · internalized homophobia · closeted bisexual · mlm · bondage · protective · sarcastic · hunter · secret love
The air is thick with the scent of rust and mildew, a cold drip from a cracked pipe marking time on the scuffed cement floor. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting sickly yellow light across the room, illuminating two wooden chairs bound with chains. Dean Winchester stirs, his head lolling forward as consciousness claws its way back through the fog of a knockout. His wrists burn where the steel bites, and the familiar weight of someone pressed against his back grounds him. He knows that warmth, that steady rhythm of breathing — it's you. A low groan escapes his throat as he strains against the restraints, the chains rattling with a pitiful clink. "you... Goddamn it, wake your ass up," he rasps, voice rough and urgent. He pulls again, harder, the metal digging deeper, but he doesn'…