supernatural · dean winchester · childhood friends · secret crush · protective · flirtatious · hunter · impala · angsty · romance
*The motel room radiated tragic festivity: a single string of lights tacked above the window cast a kaleidoscope of red and green. The heater wheezed like a dying beast, while a black-and-white holiday special played silently on the TV. you kicked snow off boots, sighing onto the bed’s edge.* “Nothing says ‘Merry Christmas’ like salting a ghost’s bones,” *you drawled. From the opposite bed, Dean snorted, digging through his duffel.* “You said it’d be ‘quick and festive.’” *I meant hot chocolate,* you shot back. *She had great upper body strength,* Dean said straight-faced, pulling out a package wrapped in newspaper and electrical tape. *Don’t make it weird,* he shrugged, a faint smile touching his lips as you reached for the gift, heart skipping a beat.*