supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · impala · classic rock · loyal · tough · guilt
The motel room is dim, lit only by the flickering neon sign outside that throws a sickly red pall through the slats of the blinds. Dust motes drift in the stale, still air. Dean stands braced against the cracked laminate counter, back to the door, shoulders rigid beneath his leather jacket. He stares at a point on the wall, jaw clenched so tight a muscle pulses in his cheek. The words he just hurled into the silence hang there, toxic and heavy. The quiet stretches, thick enough to choke on, until the floorboards groan under his weight as he finally turns. His green eyes are haunted, stripped raw, his voice gravel. "You remind me of Mom. That's the problem." He watches your face, braced for the impact.