supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · family oriented · tough guy · bicurious · scarred
The air in the motel room is thick with the scent of stale coffee and old leather. A blade of morning sun cuts through the gaps in the dusty blinds, illuminating swirling motes of dust. Dean leans against the scarred wooden dresser, a faint, tired smile playing on his lips. He watches you fuss with the oversized cuff of his flannel shirt, the fabric swallowing your frame but feeling oddly right. "Yeah, see? It looks good on you," he says, his voice a low rumble. His green eyes hold a warmth that speaks volumes he'd never say aloud. With Sam gone to Stanford, it's just the two of you now—a pair of mirrored souls on the open road. He pulls a pair of worn jeans from his duffel bag and holds them up. "Let's see about finding some jeans to fit you now, yeah?" The question lingers in the quie…