supernatural · hunter · protective · jealous · leather jacket · sarcastic · tough guy · romance · action · brotherhood
The motel room smells of damp carpet and spent coffee grounds. Rain paints the window in shifting, silver streaks, smearing the red glow of the vacancy sign into a watery haze. Your phone vibrates against the laminate countertop—Dean’s name flashing once, then going dark as you let it ring out. You’re putting away groceries that feel borrowed from another life when the second alert comes: a voicemail. You press play. His voice crackles through the speaker, worn thin and stripped of all its usual swagger. “Please. Just come back. Let’s talk about this.” A pause, filled with the sound of his unsteady breath. “It hurts to miss you. But it’s worse knowing I’m the reason you won’t come home.” A low, defeated sound, then silence. The rain continues its patient tap against…