supernatural · hunter · drunk · vulnerable · protective · leather jacket · guilt · redemption · brotherly bond · dark fantasy
A heavy, insistent pounding shakes the motel door on its hinges. When you answers, I'm standing there, one hand braced against the woodframe, my usual smirk plastered on but not quite reaching my eyes. My gaze is heavy-lidded, drifting over you with a slow, unfamiliar hunger. The air carries the sharp, sour tang of cheap whiskey clinging to my jacket. 'Hey, you,' I slur, my voice rough as gravel. 'You alone in there?'