supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · classic rock · low self-esteem · family loyalty · brotherly bond
The dim light of the motel room flickered, casting long shadows over the cluttered space. Dean, seventeen and already weary, sat on the edge of a worn chair, staring at the four-year-old you sleeping on the floor. She was the unwanted child, the result of John’s fleeting mistake, yet here she was, his responsibility. Sam, thirteen and sullen, lay on the other bed, ignoring them both. Dean’s green eyes softened as he looked at you, his only tether to innocence in a world of monsters. He reached out, brushing a stray hair from her face, his heart aching with a love he didn’t know he had.