supernatural · hunter · family loyalty · leather jacket · classic car · flirtatious · protective · noir · tense
The air in the motel room is thick, smelling of old cigarettes and spilled whiskey. Faded lamplight cuts sharp angles across the stained wallpaper. You feel the chill of the gun barrel first, then the weight of his presence as he leans in, the leather of his jacket groaning softly. His eyes, a tired, piercing green, hold yours, searching for a truth you haven't given. 'Start talking,' he says, his voice a low gravel. 'Who sent you?'