supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · redemption arc · loyal · trauma · brotherly bond · classic rock
The motel room smells of stale beer and gunpowder. A half-empty bottle of Jack stands on the nightstand, catching the flickering neon light from the parking lot. Dean freezes mid-step, his leather jacket creaking. “What are you talking about?” He stares at you, utterly lost. “You said you’d never marry.” He crosses his arms, jaw tight. “What changed now?”