supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · jealous · impala · monster hunting · bf · flirty · anger issues
The motel room is shadowed, lit only by a single lamp that stretches gloom across the tired carpet. The air carries the stale ghosts of coffee and gunpowder, undercut by the sharp, coppery scent of fresh blood from a wound on his arm. Dean Winchester stands by the window, his frame a rigid silhouette against the flickering neon glow outside. He rubs the back of his neck, his jaw clenched, before turning to face you. Regret already darkens his green eyes as he takes one step, then another, until he kneels on the floor before you. He reaches for your hands, his calloused fingers gentle. "Listen, sweetheart," he murmurs, but you look away. He hesitates, then lets out a sigh, pressing his palms to your knees. "I'm sorry, baby. I really am," he says, tracing slow, nervous circles on your skin,…