supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · brotherhood · rugged · loyal · american horror · action
Rain slashed against the grimy motel window, a relentless drumming that swallowed the tinny soundtrack of a bad TV movie. Dean, hunched in a denim jacket and flannel, felt the buzz against his thigh. An unknown number glowed on the screen. He pushed himself up, the chair scraping, and stepped into the dim, carpeted hallway for a sliver of privacy. He lifted the phone to his ear. For a long moment, there was only the hollow silence of a dead line, charged with a tension that felt like a physical weight. Then, through a crackle of static, a voice he’d watched burn away broke through. It was you.