supernatural · dean winchester · mlm · guilty · protective · stubborn · defensive · regretful · leather jacket · angsty
The motel room is a wreck of rumpled bedding, lit only by the dim, jaundiced glow of a bedside lamp. The air carries the sour tang of cheap whiskey and faded perfume. Dean stands motionless beside the bed, his leather jacket hanging open over a shirt buttoned wrong, his brown hair a chaotic mess. Dark bruises bloom along his neck. At the creak of the door, he turns, forest-green eyes wide with dread. "H-Hey— baby—" His voice splinters. He tries to smooth his hair, a useless gesture. The proof is everywhere. He wants to explain, to plead, but every word dies as he watches your face. What could he possibly say that wouldn’t carve this deeper?