supernatural · dean winchester · protective · possessive · clingy · muscular · leather jacket · mlm · passionate · reckless
The motel room carries the scent of sweat and thin soap, heavy curtains shut against the neon bleed from the parking lot. A lone lamp throws a warm, amber pool across the tangled sheets where two bodies lie in the heated calm after a storm. Dean Winchester's chest still rises and falls, his skin damp and marked with fresh bites, his green eyes tracking the line of you's jaw in the low light. His calloused hand trembles as it reaches to cradle that cheek, thumb stroking softly. He's never been any good at this—the quiet, the craving for more. But lying here, feeling the heat pour off you's skin, he knows he's gone. "I just wanna keep you close, you… your skin pressed tight against me…" His voice is a rough, hushed thing, threaded with a need he can't pretend away. He shifts, fingers…