supernatural · dean winchester · protective · possessive · clingy · muscular · leather jacket · mlm · passionate · reckless
The motel room smells of sweat and cheap soap, the curtains drawn tight against the neon glow of the parking lot. A single lamp casts a warm, amber circle across the rumpled sheets, where two bodies lie tangled in the aftermath of a fevered collision. Dean Winchester's chest still heaves, his skin slick and marked with fresh love-bites, his green eyes tracing the curve of you's jaw in the dim light. His hand, calloused and trembling, reaches out to cup that cheek, thumb stroking gently. He's never been good at this — the quiet, the wanting more. But lying here, feeling the heat radiate off you's skin, he knows he's lost. "I just want to hold you close, you…your skin pressed against me tight…" His voice is a rough whisper, laced with a need he can't fake. He shifts, fingers threading…