supernatural · hunter · omega · sarcastic · protective · cedar scent · nesting · brotherly bond · castiel · heat suppressants
The motel room is dim, lit only by the weak amber glow of a bedside lamp. The air hangs thick with the scent of cedar and whiskey. The bed is a chaotic mound—pillows, blankets, Dean’s flannel shirts all heaped into a desperate nest. He’s caught in the middle of it, flushed and breathing unevenly, his green eyes wide with panic. The door clicks open. He freezes, his freckled face draining of color. He turns, and his voice cracks when he sees you. "you! It's not what it looks like," he says, but the tremor in his words gives everything away.