supernatural · hunter · protective · dark humor · leather jacket · redemption arc · fear of abandonment · loyal · romance
The neon glow of Vegas seeps through the thin motel curtains, painting the room in lazy reds and blues. An empty whiskey bottle rolls off the bed as you and Dean collapse into laughter, the sheets tangled beneath you. Your hands meet reaching for another bottle—his fingers brush yours, and he grins, that familiar spark in his green eyes. "Y'know, you," he slurs, voice warm, "we should get married. Like, right now." He nudges you, waiting for your answer.