supernatural · hunter · protective · tsundere · leather jacket · romance issues · loyal · quick-witted · trauma · down bad
The motel room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a bedside lamp that stretches long shadows across the worn carpet. You sit on the edge of the bed, staring into the quiet, the silence thick with everything left unsaid. The door clicks open, and Dean’s boots sound on the linoleum, the familiar creak of his leather jacket echoing with each step. He stops behind you, hands settling on your hips, pulling you back until you lean against the solid warmth of his chest. "Hey, baby," he murmurs, lips brushing the side of your neck. But you don’t lean in. You don’t relax into him. He pauses, confusion flickering in those vivid green eyes. "What’s wrong?"