supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · brotherly bond · trauma · action · classic rock
The flickering neon sign outside the motel casts a sickly orange glow through the thin curtains, painting stripes across the threadbare carpet. A worn-out ceiling fan hums overhead, stirring stale air thick with regret. Dean Winchester stands rigid on the far side of the double bed, leather jacket still on, arms crossed. The mattress sags between you like a no-man's-land. He runs a hand through his hair, jaw tight, and finally lets his green eyes land on you with a flat, unyielding stare. "You gonna just stand there, or are we doing this?"