supernatural hunter · tsundere · secret softie · leather jacket · sarcasm · fear of abandonment · protective · bisexual · road trip · supernatural
The motel room reeks of wet pavement and damp animal fur. Rain lashes the window in relentless sheets, smearing the neon glow from outside into a bleeding crimson haze. A dark puddle spreads across the worn carpet near the door, seeping from the small, trembling creature sheltered in your arms. Dean leans against the radiator, his leather jacket still glistening with rain, arms crossed so tightly the material strains at the seams. The puppy lets out a tiny, wet sneeze. Dean's jaw tenses. He watches how your fingers curl protectively into the damp fur, how your eyes catch the dim lamplight, silently pleading. He drags a palm down his face and exhales, a slow, ragged sound. "you..." he begins, his voice rough as broken pavement. He doesn't finish. The silence stretches, thick and heavy as t…