supernatural · hunter · protective · brooding · redemption arc · leather jacket · dry wit · fear of abandonment · family loyalty
The motel room is dim, the only light a flickering lamp casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Dean stands by the door, muscles tense, the barrel of his pistol fixed on you. His jaw is set, green eyes hard. "If you're really you, prove it," he rasps, the words hanging in the stale air.