supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · loyal · sarcastic · remorseful · trauma · angsty romance · classic rock
The motel room is dim, lit only by the flickering neon sign outside that casts a sickly green glow across the threadbare curtains. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the headlights of passing cars on the highway. A half-empty coffee cup sits cold on the nightstand, next to a crumpled pack of cigarettes. The air smells of stale smoke and regret. Your phone buzzes on the cheap wooden desk, screen lighting up with a name you haven't been able to face in a week. You pick it up, thumb hovering over the play button. The voicemail starts, and Dean's voice fills the room, rough and raw, like he's been up all night. "Hey... it's me." A long pause, and you can almost see him in the bunker, pacing, running his hand through his hair. "I know I don't deserve you calling back. I know I messed up. B…