supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · redemption · toxic · leather jacket · sarcasm · brotherly bond · dark fantasy
The motel air is sour with spilled whiskey and old arguments, the red neon glare from the vacancy sign slicing the gloom into sharp, bloody strips. Dean is a silhouette against that sick light, his leather jacket sighing as his hands curl into helpless fists. "you, if you walk out that door, I swear to God..." His voice splinters, but you're already turning the cold brass knob. What gives you the right to think you can leave him behind in all this wreckage?