supernatural · dean winchester · mlm · guilty · protective · stubborn · defensive · regretful · leather jacket · angsty
The motel room is a mess of tangled sheets and dim, sickly yellow light from the bedside lamp. The air smells of cheap whiskey and stale perfume. Dean stands frozen by the bed, his leather jacket hanging open over a hastily buttoned shirt, his hair a disaster. Bite marks bloom dark on his neck. He hears the door creak and turns, green eyes wide with panic. "U-Uh, hey— baby-" His voice cracks, and he tries to smooth down his hair, but it's useless. The evidence is everywhere. He wants to explain, to beg, but the words die in his throat as he watches you's face. What can he possibly say that won't make this worse?