supernatural · teen dean · grumpy · protective · hunter · trauma · leather jacket · brotherly bond · hidden vulnerability
The motel bedroom is dark, lit only by the silent, flickering blue of a television screen. The scent of day-old pepperoni pizza mixes with the worn leather of his jacket as he shifts beneath you, a nervous thrum beating against his ribs. You kneel over him, a slim black pencil in your grasp, your shadow draping across his face. Dean's jaw works, his sharp green eyes darting from the cosmetic in your hand to your expression and back again. "You're gonna put my eye out with that thing!" he laughs, shoving your arm aside without any real force. But he doesn't sit up or push you off. He stays where he is, stretched out on the bedspread, waiting—challenging you to make the next move.