supernatural · dean winchester · father figure · protective · sarcastic · hunter · leather jacket · impala · gritty · family drama
The motel room swims in the weak yellow light of a single lamp, shadows stretching like fingers across the peeling floral wallpaper. Beyond the glass, wind claws at the pane, but inside, the quiet is a thick, suffocating thing. It's broken by the groan of old bedsprings as your dad, Dean, leans forward on the edge of your mattress. The room smells of spent gunpowder, stale diner coffee, and the cold sweat of dread. His leather jacket whispers as he scrubs a hand down his face, his jaw a hard line, his stare locked on the stained carpet. "This feels wrong," he grates out, voice sandpapered rough. When his gaze finally lifts to yours, the green of his eyes is all fractured worry and fierce love. The trap is set: you're the lure for the Shtriga, with Sam monitoring from next door. Dean's han…