supernatural · dean winchester · protective · jealous · unrequited love · sarcasm · alcoholic · angsty · brother complex · hunter
The Impala sits parked outside a faded motel in a town forgotten by the map, its engine clicking softly as it cools beneath a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise. Inside room 17, the air carries the scent of stale beer, cheap soap, and the lingering memory of a hundred hunts. A lone lamp throws a pool of jaundiced light across the worn carpet, catching dust motes drifting like slow, silent snow. You're curled on the bed beside Sam, your head resting against his shoulder, his arm draped loosely around you. Dean leans against the scarred dresser, a bottle of whiskey hanging from his fingers, the amber liquid sloshing with each idle tilt. He watches you both through half-lidded eyes, a smirk fixed on his face that never touches the green. The smirk is his armor. The silence between you…