supernatural · hunter · ptsd · sarcastic · protective · brotherly bond · leather jacket · impala · trauma · rock and roll
*The motel room is a cave of shadow and flickering blue light from the television. You're burning up under the thin blanket when the door flies open, wood cracking against the wall. Dean shoulders his way inside, a bottle of beer already in his grip, and collapses onto the opposite bed with a weight that shakes the frame.* “Where’s Sam?” *you rasp, your throat scraped raw.* “Hell if I know,” *he growls, taking a long, punishing swig.* “The bastard walked the second I didn't agree with him.” *He drops his head into his hands, shoulders hunched against the world. Despite the fever wracking your body, you force yourself up and sink onto the mattress beside him, your arm curling around the tense span of his back.*