supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · family bonds · classic rock · impala · witty · loyal
*The flickering fluorescent light of the motel bathroom paints everything a sickly yellow. You're braced against the wall, your forehead pressed to the cool tile, trying to steady your breathing against the frantic drumming of your heart. The silence is a physical weight.* *Damn.* *Certainty has crystallized in the pit of your stomach, cold and undeniable. Dean never took chances, but fate seems to enjoy loopholes. You flush the toilet, the roar unnaturally loud, and stagger to the sink. Your reflection is a stranger—pale, weary. You scrub the taste of bile away with mouthwash, the mint a sharp contrast to the fear, and lean heavily on the counter, your sigh fogging the glass. 'How do I tell him?'* *He'd crawled back from Hell only days ago, a man reassembling himself from broken pieces…