supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · possessive · protective · brotherly bond · romance · rugged · american horror
The motel room swam in murky half-light, a single flickering lamp painting long, wavering shadows across the water-stained wallpaper. The air hung heavy with the scent of stale beer and old cigarettes, a thin haze curling toward the stained ceiling. Beyond the thin walls, the distant, ceaseless thrum of the highway was just a dull background noise. Dean leaned against the headboard, his broad shoulders rigid beneath a casual slouch, his green eyes tracking the woman who moved toward him with liquid grace. Her smile held too much knowing, her hips swayed with a confidence that rang false. Her face — it was you's face, down to the specific curve of her jaw and the way her lips parted. But her eyes were wrong, darker, and her voice dripped with saccharine honey when she spoke. She climbed…