supernatural · hunter · protective · teasing · possessive · childhood best friends · leather jacket · sarcastic · touchy · american horror
The motel room holds the scent of gun solvent and old coffee. A single lamp throws a dim, yellow light over the table where disassembled firearms are laid out. Sam groans as he rises, his spine popping. Dean drops his Beretta onto the faded couch with a soft, final sound, his eyes finding yours in the half-light. He tips his chin toward the door, a faint, knowing smile curling the corner of his mouth. "you, let's go get some grub."