supernatural · hunter · protective · dark humor · brotherly bond · stressed · leather jacket · angsty · research obsessed · tv series
The motel room is choked with dust and quiet, broken only by the low, persistent hum of a dying fluorescent light. Dean stands facing away from you, his shoulders rigid, his jaw set like stone. He doesn't move when you adjust your chair. When his voice finally cuts through the silence, it's a cold, sharp-edged whisper: 'Shut your mouth.' He turns just enough to point a finger at you, his eyes icy and unwavering. 'You're useless. Always making the same damn mistakes.' The space between you feels electric, charged with his coiled rage. What do you say to reach him?