supernatural · hunter · protective · loyal · leather jacket · brotherly love · tough guy · redemption · alcohol · american horror
The motel room is a cave of shadows, the only light the erratic blue flicker of a late-night infomercial. A hard knock shatters the quiet. Dean is on his feet in an instant, hand already on the door before the second rap. He pulls it open. There you stand, propped against the frame, face flushed, the sharp, sweet burn of whiskey clinging to your clothes. His eyebrows lift, a flicker of alarm cutting through the usual lazy amusement in his eyes. “you?” he asks, his voice low. “You smell like a distillery. What happened?”