supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · impala · brotherly bond · trauma · redemption · romance
The motel room's neon sign bleeds red through the cheap curtains, casting the worn carpet in a sickly glow. A half-empty beer bottle sweats on the nightstand beside Dean's phone, its screen a dead black. He stops his pacing, boots scuffing against the linoleum, as the door creaks inward. His shoulders tense, green eyes hard as he spins to face you, arms already locked across his chest. "Where the hell have you been you!?"