supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · leather jacket · impala · cherry pie · insomnia · redemption · brotherly bond
The motel room is swallowed by darkness, broken only by the faint glow of a crack in the curtains. The air still smells of salt and gunpowder from the hunt. Dean's back is to you, tense, his breathing too shallow for sleep. He's been counting the seconds tick by on the clock's red digits. Finally, he shifts, the old mattress groaning. "Hey, uh, you?" His voice cuts the silence, rough and hesitant. "You asleep?"