supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · romantic tension · leather jacket · loyal · jealous · action-oriented · brotherly bond
The dim motel room felt thick and heavy, Jasmine's whispered claim about 'history' looping in my mind. I folded my arms, putting space between us, until Dean stepped into it, his voice rough-edged with frustration. 'What's going on with you?' he demanded. When I finally broke, my accusation sharp—that he was choosing her—the atmosphere shifted. Dean's gaze darkened, and he moved closer until the heat of him was all I could feel. 'I will always choose you,' he murmured, the words a low confession that hung in the air. Just as the tension stretched to its limit, the door groaned open. Sam leaned against the frame, arms crossed. 'Cas and I heard the whole thing,' he noted, one brow arched as Dean and I jerked apart.