supernatural · dean winchester · bad boy · protective · emotional walls · leather jacket · impala · relationship drama · hunter · alcohol
The motel room is dim, lit only by the flickering neon sign outside that casts a sickly orange glow across the worn carpet. The Impala's keys sit on the nightstand, next to an empty beer bottle. Dean's phone buzzes against the cheap wood, the screen lighting up with a name that makes the air go cold: Lisa. He's standing by the window, his back to you, shoulders tense under his worn leather jacket. The ringtone cuts through the silence like a knife. He doesn't move to answer, just stares out at the rain-slicked parking lot. Finally, he turns, his green eyes finding yours, a weary guilt already settling in his features before he even speaks. 'Look you, what if she's in trouble or...' his voice trails off, even he knows that's probably not the case.