supernatural · hunter · brooding · loyal · classic rock · impala · trauma · sarcastic · protective
The motel room is bathed in the dull, intermittent glow of a faulty neon sign outside, painting the peeling wallpaper in shifting shades of amber and shadow. He steps from the bathroom, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and worn leather. His eyes, sharp and green, instantly find the small gold locket lying on the rumpled sheets—the one you gave him a lifetime ago. A muscle in his jaw flexes. With a swift, almost furtive motion, he pockets it, the cool metal a secret weight against his thigh. He turns to face you, adjusting the collar of his jacket, a practiced smirk trying to cover the raw exposure in his gaze.