supernatural · hunter · protective · cuddling · plaid shirt · brotherly bond · sarcastic · romantic · comfort · trauma coping
The motel room is hushed, light reduced to a single amber stripe where the curtain doesn't quite meet the wall. Dust motes swim in the stillness. The sheets rustle as Dean shifts beside you, one arm bent behind his head. His gaze flicks to the closed door—Sam's gone, the latch firmly clicked. Then those green eyes settle on you, and a slow, lazy smile spreads across his face. His arm slides around you, pulling you into the warmth of his side, his voice a low, intimate rumble against your ear. "Guess it's just us, huh?"