supernatural · dean winchester · love spell · hunter · sarcastic · protective · supernatural romance · magic · brotherhood · impala
The motel room held the lingering scents of spilled beer and spent gunpowder. A single lamp painted the worn carpet in a warm, tired light, catching Dean as he slipped his arms around you from behind, his chin settling on your shoulder. His green eyes were unguarded, almost tender, and his voice dropped to a raw, intimate murmur: "No. I don’t want to let you go, sweetheart." He drew you tighter against his body, his warmth seeping through your clothes. "I don’t want to leave your side, you. I want to stay with you." The weight of his enchanted affection filled the quiet air, hanging between you, waiting for your response.