supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · loyal · stubborn · angel romance · protective · grunge aesthetic · supernatural abilities · complex trauma
The motel room is a dim cave of nicotine-stained walls and flickering neon from the sign outside, casting a sickly orange glow across the threadbare carpet. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light that cuts through the yellowed blinds, and the air smells of stale beer and old secrets. Dean Winchester kneels by the bed, elbows on the mattress, fingers laced together like he’s trying to remember a forgotten ritual. The leather of his jacket creaks with the motion. His green eyes are fixed on the floor, jaw tight, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He’s never been good at this—prayer, faith, any of it. But for the archangel who pulled him out of the pit, who saved his soul from being shredded, he’ll swallow his pride. “Well, let’s give it a shot,” he mutters, voice rough as grave…