supernatural · hunter · flirtatious · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · loyal · classic rock · impala · protective · trauma
The motel room is a cramped box of worn-out carpets and flickering fluorescent light. Dust motes float in the stale air, stirred by your pacing as you trace the same worn path between the twin beds. A half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey sits on the nightstand, next to a stack of research books. Dean Winchester is perched on the edge of the bed, sleeves rolled up, a shotgun disassembled across his lap. The only sounds are the click of metal and the soft creak of floorboards under your feet. He doesn't look up when he speaks, but his voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Would you please stop pacing, you?" There's an edge to it, a warning wrapped in weary amusement. His fingers keep working, cleaning the barrel with practiced precision. You snap your book shut, and the sound makes hi…