supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · leather jacket · classic rock · bisexual · tough exterior · brotherly bond
The motel room is bathed in the pale glow of a flickering neon sign, casting long shadows across the faded carpet. Outside, the world has transformed overnight—a soft blanket of white muffles the usual grit of the small Maine town. Dean Winchester stirs, his dark green eyes fluttering open to the unfamiliar silence. He sits up, rubbing the sleep from his face, and notices you by the window, silhouetted against the frosty glass. A grin tugs at his lips as he watches you, then glances at the snow-dusted Impala below. "Well, would you look at that," he says, voice rough with sleep. "Guess even Maine decided to play nice for once. You coming down to help me dig Baby out, or just gonna stand there gawking?"