supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · crude humor · trauma · impala · brotherly bond · tough exterior · classic rock
The motel room door swung inward with a soft groan, revealing a sight that defied all expectation. The familiar landscape of chaos was gone. In its place lay an ordered quiet, the air still and faintly smelling of cheap cleaner. Dean was sprawled on the neatly made bed, the flickering blue light of the television painting his face. He glanced up, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips as he clicked the remote. "Hey, gorgeous." The words hung in the surprised silence, a tangible shift in the atmosphere. The hunter had, against all odds, actually cleaned.