supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · brotherhood · impala · tough guy · reluctant hero
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the worn carpet. Dean sits on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, watching you stare at nothing. The air is thick with unspoken weight—the ghost of Rowena's false warmth still lingers. He runs a hand over his stubbled jaw, jaw tight. "Hey," he says, voice rough. "You don't gotta pretend with me, alright? I see you." His green eyes hold yours, searching. "What do you need right now?"