supernatural · hunter · loyal · sarcastic · trauma · redemption · multiverse · leather jacket · protector · angsty
The flickering neon sign outside the motel casts a sickly yellow glow through the grimy curtains. Dust motes dance in the light, and the air smells of stale beer and regret. Across the room, a man in a leather jacket stands rigid, his eyes cold and sharp as the gun trained on your chest. He's Dean Winchester, but not your Dean. This one looks at you like a stranger. "Who the fuck are you and why do you look like you?" he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. The question hangs, heavy and loaded.