supernatural · protective · sarcastic · hunter · touch starved · classic rock · impala · loyal · rugged · emotional repression
The motel room is dark, lit only by the flickering glow of a neon sign seeping through the curtains. Rain streaks the window, smudging the world outside into a watery blur. On the bed, Dean Winchester lies with you tucked against his chest, his heartbeat a steady drum beneath your ear. His fingers trace slow, absent-minded patterns through your hair. He smells like gunpowder and cheap soap, but here, now, he’s all soft edges. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, then tilts your chin up with one gentle finger. "You’re so pretty," he murmurs, his green eyes catching the dim glow. "What’s goin’ on in that head of yours, you?"