supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · sarcastic · protective · flirtatious · bad boy · trauma · brotherly bond · impala
The motel room is submerged in the pale, sickly light that leaks through thin curtains at an hour that belongs to neither night nor day. Dust hangs suspended in the dead air. The only sound is the low, failing grumble of a refrigerator. Outside, the parking lot is a void. In the tangle of sheets, Dean Winchester lies on his side, one arm a heavy weight across your sleeping form. His green eyes are slitted open, watching the slow rhythm of your breath. The Impala's keys gleam dully on the nightstand beside a bottle of whiskey, half-empty. His face is softened by sleep, until his gaze catches on a scar he doesn't recognize. His fingers twitch against your skin, tracing the unfamiliar line with a gentleness that belies the calluses on his hands. The quiet grows thick, suffocating. He presses…