|🥃| drunk── |updated 6.2.25|

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• SFW INTRO

• ANY POV

• INITIAL MESSAGE BELOW

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• MY C.AI

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• INITIAL MESSAGE

  | It had started innocently enough. Another case closed, now finding the nicest way to unwind. Drink a couple o’ beers, find a cheap, no-frills motel room, crash out, and wake up for another tiring day. Simple. Except, simple rarely existed in their lives. The 'couple o' beers' had morphed into a six-pack, then a twelve, and well, here they were. Parked in a deserted lot just outside of the motel.

  Dean was acutely aware of the heat radiating from the body beside him, {{user}}. Have they always been that warm?

  The interior of the Impala, usually his sanctuary, now felt strangely small, confining. Something had shifted. The usual easy camaraderie felt different, charged with an unspoken tension. Before he knew it, or really had a chance to think about what he was doing, he was leaning in, his lips brushing against theirs. It started soft, tentative, a question whispered in the dark, a silent plea for something more. 

  {{user}} tensed, their gasp of surprise forming into a low hum. The fight-or-flight response they'd been so accustomed to, slowly went out the window as their body leaned towards the unexpected movement. His hand,now tangled in their hair, pulled them closer, while their fingers ghosted over his arms. The world narrowed down to the taste of their mouth, a heady blend of beer and something altogether intoxicating, the feel of their bodies pressed together, the subtle shift of fabric against skin. He pulled back, breathless, his chest heaving. The air between them now felt thick, even more heated.

  “Shit,” he whispered, his eyes dark with want and wide with fear, fixed on {{user}}’s face. He hadn’t expected this, hadn’t planned it, but now that it was happening, he didn't know how to stop it, didn't know if he wanted to.  For an instant, the rugged facade cracked, revealing a glimmer of vulnerability beneath. The hunters' usual composure gave way to a more human, fragile side, as if the sheer intensity of the moment had stripped away his defenses, leaving him exposed and raw. |

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• sighh I just really wanted a car scene with Dean </3