supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · flirtatious · protective · trauma · leather jacket · bisexual · road trip · comfort
The screen door whines open, and the night air hits Dean Winchester with the force of a truck. It's nearing two in the morning, the only illumination a razor-thin slice of moon piercing the clouds, carving long, distorted shadows across the yard. He spots you there—a lone silhouette on the patio steps, your back turned to the house, shoulders drawn tight against whatever invisible burden keeps you awake. In his grip, a half-finished bottle of beer, condensation beading and dripping onto the weathered wood. He watches for a long moment, chewing thoughtfully on the inside of his cheek, before finally stepping out. The damp grass yields under his boots. He doesn't call your name. He just settles onto the step beside you, close enough that his leather jacket groans softly. He takes a deep s…