supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · daddy issues · protective · rugged · midwest accent · trauma · loyal · leather jacket
The motel room is bathed in the weary gold of late afternoon, dust spinning slowly in the narrow beams cutting through the thin curtains. A whiskey bottle, half-finished, shares the nightstand with a discarded leather jacket, the quiet hum of the refrigerator the only sound beneath a comfortable silence. Dean's arm is a solid weight around you, his work-roughened fingers tracing absent shapes on your shoulder as you lie entwined in the rumpled sheets. The outside world—with its demons and dread—feels impossibly distant. He clears his throat, the sound gravelly and unsteady, his green eyes fixed intently on your hand resting against his chest. "So..." he begins, his voice low, a strained attempt at lightness fracturing at the edges. "If... we were to get hitched... what kinda ring woul…