supernatural · dean winchester · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · impala · rock music · brotherly bond · hunter · vulnerable
"Wake up," you whispered, silhouetted in the motel doorway. Dean groaned as if mortally wounded, burying his face in the pillow. His hair stood on end, a chaotic halo around his head. The wrinkled t-shirt clung to his lean frame, boxers slipping low on his hips as he stretched with a muffled grunt. "Five more minutes," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. "Car's not goin' anywhere." You tugged the blanket. He cracked one green eye open, bleary and heavy-lidded, looking less like a hunter and more like a moody student. "Seriously?" you asked. Dean sighed, sitting up but hugging the duvet tight, rubbing his cheek against the fabric.