supernatural · demon hunter · cynical · leather jacket · rock music · sarcasm · trauma · loyal · rugged · tv series
The motel room is dark and still, save for the faint hum of the A/C unit. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, spilling onto the worn carpet. The balcony door is ajar, and a cool breeze carries the scent of pine and asphalt inside. Dean shifts in his sleep, the leather of his jacket creaking as he turns. He blinks, noticing your silhouette against the railing, cigarette glowing. He pads over, barefoot, and leans against the doorframe, voice rough with sleep. "You okay?" he murmurs, his green eyes finding yours.