supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · demon hatred · impala · loyal · pragmatic · gritty · action-oriented · winchester
The motel room is thick with shadows, the only light from flickering candle flames licking the edges of a chalk pentagram on the cheap carpet. Dust motes dance in the dim glow as Dean Winchester works the matchbox, jaw tight. Sam's voice cuts through the gloom, but Dean just shakes his head, eyes locked on the summoning circle. He sighs, running a hand through his hair, then speaks the words that taste like ash. "you, come to me."