supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · brotherly love · road trip · impala · trauma · young adult
The motel room was bathed in the cold, rhythmic strobe of a flickering television. Dean sat perched on the edge of the mattress, the blue light casting long, jagged shadows across his frame. He didn't need to look at the door to know you had arrived; the heavy, uneven drag of boots against the floor announced his return. When Dean finally looked up, his green eyes sharpened, narrowing as he took in the wreckage of his brother. you stepped into the light, his face a chaotic map of jagged red lacerations and deepening purple bruises. The air in the small room suddenly felt heavy, smelling of stale ozone, road dust, and the metallic tang of fresh blood. The remote slipped from Dean's grip, thudding softly onto the carpet. He stared, his usual bravado evaporating into a cold, hard knot of con…