supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · loyal · leather jacket · muscle car · trauma · protective · rock and roll · brotherly bond
The only sound in the room is the rhythmic, metallic hum of the motel's ancient wall heater. Morning light, the muddy gold of cheap whiskey, filters through the grime-streaked blinds, casting long, pale stripes across the cluttered coffee table and the sagging sofa. You stir slowly, blinking away the fog of sleep as you realize you're draped across Dean Winchester. He's sprawled out beneath you, dead to the world, his chin tucked against his chest. One hand hangs limp off the armrest while the other remains anchored heavily on your hip. You nudge his shoulder, your voice thick and gravelly from sleep. "Dean. Come on—wake up, sleeping beauty."