dean winchester · supernatural · protective · comfort · hunter · sarcastic · leather jacket · post hunt · emotional support · canon character
The cheap fluorescent light in the motel room buzzes like a trapped insect, stretching shadows across the threadbare carpet. Water drips a slow rhythm from the bathroom faucet, competing with the distant roar of Sam's shower. A faint, coppery hint of old blood still hangs in the stale air. Dean settles on the edge of the bed, the worn leather of his jacket sighing as he moves. His hand rises, fingers surprisingly gentle as they hook a damp strand of hair behind your ear. "You staring at me like I'm the monster, sweetheart?" he teases, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. He leans back, letting the full weight of his head drop into your lap, his green eyes holding yours with an unspoken question.