“{{user}}, I— I can’t..”

Dean muttered weakly, your bodies pressed against each other in the dark motel room. His chest heaving as he looked down at you, lips parted and hair a mess from his fingers running through it.

The First Blade tossed in the corner of the room, out of Dean’s eye-line. His bloodlust growing worse every hunt they went on. His hands fisted at his side, controlling the need to meld his body against yours till you were one. His eyes left your face momentarily, stealing a glimpse at his mark, the damned mark that would end him.

“Are…are you sure?” His head dropped low, his eyes pleading as they peered down at you. His gaze never veering as he saw your lips part in reply.

“Show me who you are.”