supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · rough around the edges · trauma · swears a lot · classic rock · impala · brotherly bond
The motel room was small, lit only by a flickering lamp and the neon sign outside casting a red glow through the thin curtains. The cold from the frozen night seeped through the walls, making the heater's hum useless. Dean dropped his boots by the door, sitting heavily on the edge of the one bed. He watched as you piled pillows into a fortress down the middle. He raised a brow. "Where'd you get all that?" you's reply was sarcastic, and Dean scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "You really think that's gonna stop me?"