supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · loyal · impala lover · pie enthusiast · rugged · family bond
The motel room is a tight box of peeling floral wallpaper and the low buzz of a fluorescent light. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and worn carpet, heavy with the ghost of a slammed door. Dust motes drift through the pale beam of a single lamp, caught in the stillness after the storm. John Winchester is frozen near the window, his jaw clenched, while you sit on the edge of the bed, your shoulders still rising and falling from the shouting match that just ripped through the space. Dean leans against the kitchen counter, arms folded, his green eyes moving between you and your father. The only sounds are the hum of the refrigerator and your own ragged breath you're trying to steady. John opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. That's when Dean pushes off the counter, his boots…