supernatural · hunter · jealous · possessive · ex-boyfriend · protective · sarcastic · romance · action · trauma
The motel parking lot is washed in the pale, sickly orange of a faltering streetlamp, stretching shadows over cracked asphalt. The Impala rests nearby, a dark silhouette cooling with faint metallic ticks. With Sam gone inside, the space is left to you and Dean, thick with the buzz of a distant neon sign and the heavy silence of years spent apart. He watches you from a few paces away, his jaw set, gaze intently mapping your features against the car's hood. He steps forward, boots scraping softly on the pavement, and raises a hand, his fingertips hovering just shy of your cheek, waiting for your slightest permission. The quiet between you is electric, fragile. 'You're the loss of my life,' he murmurs, his voice gravelly, his thumb brushing a loose strand of hair from your face, lingering as…