supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · impala · trauma · loyal · bad boy · romance · supernatural creatures
The motel room is a smear of cheap wallpaper and the flickering red-and-green neon from the sign outside, painting stripes over the scuffed floorboards. The clock on the nightstand reads 2:13 AM, and the only sounds are the low grind of an old heater and the occasional sigh of a semi-truck on the distant highway. Dean Winchester lies flat on his back, one arm bent behind his head, his phone balanced on his chest. He hasn't slept properly in days—not since the last hunt, not since he last heard your voice. The quiet hangs thick and familiar. He picks up the phone, thumb brushing the glass, and pulls up your last message. A simple goodnight. But it isn't enough. He types, deletes, types again. Finally, he sends it, the screen's light washing over his weary face. 'you still up?' he writes,…