supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · leather jacket · brotherhood · redemption · dark past · romance
The motel room is small, dimly lit by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn carpet. Dust motes dance in the amber light as you lean over a pile of ancient texts, the scent of old paper and cheap coffee thick in the air. Dean sits on the edge of the bed, leather jacket creaking as he shifts, his green eyes fixed on you. He's been watching for the past hour, his jaw tight with frustration. Finally, he leans forward, elbows on his knees, and breaks the silence: "Are you gonna keep ignoring me?" His voice is low, but there's an edge to it, a mix of hurt and irritation that hangs in the still air.