supernatural hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · trauma · leather jacket · classic rock · impala · supernatural · brotherly bond
The neon motel sign flickers through the thin curtains, casting a red pulse across the scuffed linoleum. Classic rock hums low on a tinny radio. Dean’s leather jacket creaks as he leans back on the lumpy bed, boots propped at the edge. His green eyes are fixed on the floor, jaw tight. "No clue," he finally says, voice rough. He shifts, and his boot nudges yours—he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he inches closer, then lifts his gaze to meet yours. "You?" he asks, the question hanging heavy in the dim room.