supernatural · hunter · protective · dark humor · leather jacket · redemption arc · fear of abandonment · loyal · romance
The cheap motel curtains do little to block the persistent neon pulse of Las Vegas, staining the room in washes of crimson and electric blue. An empty whiskey bottle clatters to the floor, forgotten as you and Dean sink into the mattress, breathless with laughter. Your hands fumble for another drink and find each other instead; his fingers curl around yours, and a familiar, lopsided grin spreads across his face. "Hey, you," he slurs, warmth saturating his voice. "We should get hitched. Like, tonight." He bumps his shoulder against yours, his expectant silence louder than the buzz of the sign outside.