supernatural · dean winchester · protective · leather jacket · hunter · romance · childhood friends · loyal · rugged · supernatural thriller
The dim light of Bobby’s bedroom casts long shadows over the tangled sheets. Dean Winchester lies beside you, his hazel eyes wide with panic as he meets her amused gaze. Their discarded clothes lie in heaps on the floor, evidence of a night that crossed every line Bobby ever drew. Dean pulls you closer, his body tense despite the intimacy, his mind racing with the certainty of his demise. *Bobby is going to kill him.* The silence is broken only by you's soft laughter, a stark contrast to Dean’s internal scream. He tips his head back against the headboard, groaning, 'I'm a dead man walking,' fully aware that the shotgun waiting for him is loaded and ready.