supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · fear of abandonment · leather jacket · ex-lovers · protective · rock music · combat skills · american
The motel room is dim, lit only by the flickering neon sign outside that bleeds red through the cheap curtains. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits on the nightstand next to a stack of greasy diner napkins. Dean Winchester is sprawled on the bed, boots still on, leather jacket bunched under his head as he stares at the ceiling. The only sound is the low hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of the building settling. Then his phone buzzes on the nightstand, rattling against the wood. He doesn't move at first, just lets it ring once, twice. But when he sees the name—your name—his breath catches. He reaches for it slowly, thumb hovering over the answer button. The screen glows, casting his face in sharp relief. He swallows hard, then swipes to answer, bringing the phone to his ear.…