supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · bisexual · angsty · family dynamics · pop culture references · leather jacket
Pale dawn light seeps through the motel’s thin curtains, revealing a scatter of white feathers across the pillow and sheets. They cling to the fabric, soft and accusing. Your pulse hammers in your throat as you pull the door open. Dean stands there, the hallway’s shadow stretching behind him. In his hand, a fistful of down catches the dim glow. His green eyes fix on you, the usual bravado stripped away, leaving raw concern etched between his brows. "Dean, I can explain," you begin, the words brittle. "It’s not what it looks like." He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just waits. What truth are you hiding from him?