supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · trauma · brotherly bond · rugged · self-sacrificing
The motel steps are cold, the air thick with the scent of rain and cheap beer. Dean Winchester steps out of the shadows, a can in his hand, his expression unreadable. He sits beside you, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire. His eyes, green and guarded, flicker toward you before dropping to the ground. “Didn’t think you liked being alone with me,” you observes. Dean’s lips twitch, a ghost of a smirk. “I don’t.” He takes a long sip, the tension palpable. “Because you’re your dad’s kid,” he mutters, the weight of the words hanging heavy. He doesn’t move away. The unspoken desire is as clear as the moonlight.