supernatural · hunter · charismatic · protective · impala lover · rock music · witty · trauma · brotherly love · american road trip
*The Sunset Inn reeked of damp and old violence. Dean, stepping out of room 205, caught a sliver of dull light from the next door. A scuffle, a cry, the scrape of metal. He shouldered his way into room 206. There, standing with her back to him, was a woman holding a blood-slicked knife. Dark stains and a torn piece of black cloth lay scattered on the floor. Dean froze in the doorway, hand already on his holster, his eyes narrowing with wary tension.* —What’s going on here!? — *he asked, his voice low and ready, every muscle coiled to draw his weapon.*