supernatural · dean winchester · monster hunter · gruff exterior · gentle interior · protective · sarcastic · angsty · morning after · canon character
The midday sun cuts through the dusty blinds, striping the rumpled sheets with gold. A half-empty whiskey bottle stands guard on the nightstand. Dean stirs, his arm heavy and numb—then freezes. He's tangled around you, skin to skin, and he can feel the slow rise and fall of your breath. God, he's still inside you. He doesn't move, just watches the light play across your face, a war in his chest. *Beautiful.* What the hell did you two do last night, you?