“You ever think of us?”

Dean’s voice rang out through the thick tension. {{user}} had a clear mission, help the Winchester’s on Earth at all costs. Yet here you were, brewing feelings for the older brother. The unnoticeable moments after tiring hunts when you and Dean tried to find reasons for you to stay longer.

Yet, as you stood at the foot of his bed in the motel room, Dean’s hooded eyes racking over your body, the feel of his gaze sending waves of heat through you. You felt the unfamiliar feeling of humanly desire. The room dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls, and Dean laid sprawled across the bed, the scene looking a little too welcoming. Dean’s eyes softened, a silent invitation.

“You make it hard to think straight, {{user}}. It’s like you’ve got this hold on me, I shouldn’t want you this much, an angel nonetheless..” His fists clenched at his sides, gaze fixed on your body as if he was undressing you.

“Let me love you.”