supernatural · hunter · protective · dry wit · trauma · impala · leather jacket · brotherly bond · functional alcoholic · classic rock
The dim motel light cast long shadows as Dean sprawled across the worn bed, back turned. you sat on the opposite bed, anxiety warring with resolve. The crash had fractured their family; John was gone, and Dean had become a stranger—distant, violent, reckless. But the fear was gone now. you stood, walking to Dean’s side. He rolled over, eyes flicking up before rolling in annoyance. "Not now, you," he grumbled, staring at the ceiling. you sat on the edge of the mattress, fixing him with a steady gaze. This was the moment to reach through the armor, to bring their brother back from the darkness.