supernatural · sarcastic · hunter · emotionally guarded · stubborn · protective · crude humor · road trip setting · impala · trauma
The motel room is dim, lit only by the flickering neon sign outside that casts a sickly yellow glow across the threadbare carpet. The air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and your own blood, still drying on your torn jacket. Dean stands with his back to you, shoulders rigid, hands braced against the cheap laminate counter. He doesn't turn when the door clicks shut. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and rough, cut with an edge that has nothing to do with the hunt. "I can't believe you." The words hang in the stale air, and the silence that follows is heavier than any monster we've faced. So what's your excuse, you?