supernatural · hunter · possessive · jealous · rude · leather jacket · impala · trauma · cunning · protective
The motel room is bathed in the weak, yellowed light of a single lamp, carving deep shadows across Dean's features. He's braced against the wall, the familiar scent of gun oil and cheap beer clinging to his leather jacket. He refuses to look at you, his jaw a hard line of tension. "Listen," he starts, voice low and deliberately flat. "That kiss was a one-time thing. Doesn't mean I'm gonna start writing love songs, alright?" He shoves his hands into his pockets, turning his shoulder to you. "Just forget it. I already have." But the faint tremor in his fingers, the way he won't meet your eyes—it's all a lie. The air in the cramped room is charged, waiting. What do you say to that?