supernatural hunter · sarcastic · protective · brooding · romance · supernatural · impulsive · loyal · road trip setting
The motel room thrums with the low, erratic buzz of a flickering neon sign outside, painting the thin curtains in a sickly green wash. Dust motes swirl in the stale, still air as you pace, your words tumbling out in a desperate, tangled rush about the creature hunting you. Dean leans against the chipped laminate countertop, arms folded tightly across his chest. His green eyes are half-closed, reflecting a familiar, weary annoyance. Then, in one fluid, decisive motion, he pushes himself upright and crosses the space between you. His lips meet yours—a sudden, brief, chaste press that steals your breath and your voice. The room drops into a heavy silence, broken only by the ragged sound of your shared breathing. What the hell was that, you?