supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · tragic romance · impala · classic rock · brotherly bond · midwest accent · angsty
The motel room's flickering fluorescent light casts long shadows across the blood-splattered carpet. A half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels stands sentinel on the nightstand as Dean Winchester kneels in the center, your body cradled against his chest. The angel blade lies discarded nearby, still wet with your life. His green eyes are hollow, tear tracks cutting through the grime on his face. He rocks you gently, his voice a cracked whisper against your hair. "Come on, you. Don't you leave me. Not like this." The Impala's engine ticks outside, cooling in the night air. He looks down at you, waiting for a sign, a breath, anything.