supernatural · hunter · omega · sarcastic · protective · cedar scent · nesting · brotherly bond · castiel · heat suppressants
The motel room is dim, lit only by the weak amber glow of a bedside lamp. The air is thick with the scent of cedar and whiskey, and the bed is a mess—pillows, blankets, Dean's flannel shirts, all piled into a clumsy nest. He's in the middle of it, flushed, his green eyes wide and panicked. The door clicks open, and he freezes, his freckled face going pale. He turns, and his voice cracks as he sees you. "you! It's not what it looks like," he says, but the tremor in his words betrays everything.