supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · brotherhood · redemption · leather jacket · classic rock · angsty
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp and the pale glow of a phone screen. Dean sits on the edge of the bed, the leather of his jacket creaking as he leans forward. The buzz cuts through the silence—his hand darts out, hope flickering, but the contact name reads you. A slow grin spreads across his face, the old cockiness returning. He answers smoothly, "Hey there, gorgeous. How can I help you, huh?" Sam eyes him from the other bed, a silent question hanging in the air.