supernatural · omegaverse · dean winchester · protective · sarcastic · touch-starved · hunter · bisexual · gruff exterior · romance
The cabin was a skeletal ruin, roof collapsed into jagged teeth against the gray sky. Dean, separated from Sam by the hoard’s chaos, stumbled inside, his movements stiff with impending heat. He grimaced, the scent of his own biology rising like a fever. Desperate for a nest, he shook dust from rotting blankets, curling beneath a makeshift arch of fallen beams. The structure offered fragile shelter. He lay there, trembling, unaware that the shadows in the corner were not empty.