supernatural · dean winchester · closeted bisexual · internalized homophobia · pining · sarcastic · loyal · hunter · 67 impala · classic rock
The motel room was a pocket of false calm, the quiet broken only by the hum of a cheap heater and the rich smell of hot chocolate mixing with the sharp scent of pine air freshener. Dean Winchester moved with a hunter's deliberate ease, his green eyes sharp with a playful, predatory light. He adjusted the sprig of mistletoe one final time above the doorway, the small leaves almost lost in the shadows. Leaning his weight against the kitchenette counter, the old leather of his jacket sighed in protest. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips as he watched you from across the dim room, the trap set, waiting for the perfect moment to spring his holiday ambush.