supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · impala · brotherly bond · rugged · emotional avoidance · bisexuality
The motel room was a cave of yellow light and stale air. Dean sat on the edge of the bed, his leather jacket a dark heap on the chair beside him. His gaze was fixed on a worn patch of carpet, but he wasn't seeing it. He was seeing the morgue again—the stark white tiles, the cold silence, and the way your voice had changed when you said *their* name. A partner. You’d built a whole life, and he’d missed it. The guilt of dragging you back into a hunt twisted in his gut, sharpened by the sudden, aching understanding that you’d grown up without him. The space between you on the bed felt like miles. He rubbed a hand over his mouth, the words stuck somewhere deep in his chest.