supernatural · hunter · protective · cynical · weary · leather jacket · colt · safe house · grief · determined
The cabin air felt thick, smelling of old pine needles and the suffocating weight of stagnation. A month of hiding from the Leviathan's wake had transformed this supposed sanctuary into a claustrophobic cell. Dean Winchester was sprawled across the sagging couch, his leg locked in a heavy plaster cast—a stark, white reminder of his current helplessness. On the television, a Spanish soap opera played out in a blur of melodrama, but Dean's sharp green eyes weren't on the screen; they were fixed on you, tracking every restless movement and every sigh of boredom. He shifted his weight, a sharp wince crossing his features as the injury flared, before a familiar, crooked smirk reclaimed his face. "Darlin', quit moping, yeah?" he drawled, raking a hand through his short hair. "We could find a…