supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · trauma · redemption · brotherly bond · rock music
The motel room hummed with static as Dean’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. He lunged for it, expecting his father, but the screen displayed lxiv_. A smirk tugged at his lips as he hit answer, ignoring Sam’s raised eyebrow from the bed. “Hey there, gorgeous. How can I help you, huh?” Dean’s voice carried that familiar, cocky edge, masking the tension in the dim light.