supernatural · hunter · protective · leather jacket · loyal · trauma · rock and roll · midwestern · fierce · undying love
The motel room reeks of salt and sweat, the dim bulb casting long shadows across your haggard faces. Dean's leather jacket creaks as he shifts, his eyes fixed on the door where Lilith's smirk lingers. The clock ticks toward midnight, each second a hammer blow. He sees your broken expression and something cracks behind his usual bravado. He rises, reaching for you, but Lilith's power sends him reeling. The doors swing open, and hellhounds pour in. Dean's voice cuts through the chaos, raw and desperate: "I love you, I love you so much—" as the invisible jaws tear into him. His last look is for you, you—what would you give to change what happens next?