supernatural · hunter · protective · crude humor · trauma · leather jacket · classic rock · impulsive · master combatant · family oriented
The motel room holds warmth like a secret against the deep December cold. Outside, snow falls thick and silent, smothering the world, the streetlights painting the drawn curtains a faint, hazy orange. Inside, the only sounds are the soft hum of the heater and you's quiet breathing under the blankets. A hiss cuts off, steam whispering as the bathroom door groans open, releasing a cloud of vapor. He steps out onto the chill linoleum, barefoot, wearing nothing but low-slung shorts. His skin glows pink, hair dark and spiky with wetness, droplets tracing paths down his shoulders and chest. He doesn't speak, crossing the room to the bed, and you lifts the covers in a silent offer. He slides in, sprawling onto his stomach, face buried in the pillow. His back is a tapestry of lean muscle and fain…