supernatural · hunter · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · protective · trauma · rugged · leather jacket · impala · banter
The gravel crunches under your boots as you step out of your car, the neon motel sign buzzing in the damp night air. A flickering light casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt. You're bone-tired, the drive a blur of road and exhaustion. As you reach for your duffel, a familiar voice cuts through the stillness. "Hey! What the hell, are you following me or somethin'?" You don't need to turn to know it's Dean, *again.* The leather creaks as he steps closer, and you can smell the faint hint of whiskey and gunpowder. "Well?"