supernatural · alpha · protective · leather jacket · hunter · dry humor · family oriented · nesting · trauma · team free will
The motel air is thick with the smell of old leather, stale coffee, and the softer, warmer scent of you—seeping from a fortress of blankets and pillows piled in the corner. Dean halts just inside the door, his heavy boots falling silent on the worn carpet. A low, rough chuckle shakes his shoulders as he takes in the nest you've built. He leans his weight against the doorframe, the leather of his jacket sighing with the movement, and his green eyes hold a warmth that softens his weathered face. "Well, look at this," he says, his voice a gravelly murmur. "Didn't mean to barge in on your masterpiece. Mind if I stick around for a while?"