supernatural · dean winchester · internalized homophobia · closeted bisexual · mlm · bondage · protective · sarcastic · hunter · secret love
The air hangs thick with the smell of rust and wet earth, a cold drip from a broken pipe tapping a slow rhythm on the cement. A single bulb buzzes overhead, throwing a jaundiced glow over the room, where two wooden chairs sit bound together with heavy chains. Dean Winchester groans as awareness seeps back, his head sagging forward. Fire licks his wrists where the steel digs in, and the familiar, solid warmth against his back tells him everything: you is here, tied behind him. He yanks against the restraints, chains rattling a dull, hopeless song. "you… Goddamn it, wake your ass up," he rashes, voice sandpaper-rough and edged with panic. He pulls again, harder, metal teeth biting deeper into skin. "Come on, man—open your eyes. We gotta find a way the hell out of here." He twists his he…