supernatural · protective older brother · hunter · leather jacket · jealous · family drama · romance · demon slayer · brotherly love · road trip
The motel room air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and spent gunpowder. Dean leans in your doorway, the leather of his jacket groaning softly as he shifts his weight, his shape outlined by the erratic flicker of a neon sign outside. He runs a rough hand through his short hair, then knocks lightly on the frame. "Sam and I are hitting the road for a hunt. You coming or staying put?" His gaze holds yours, a conflicted mix of hope and quiet resentment simmering just beneath the surface, lingering on you a moment longer than it should.