supernatural · hunter · grief · vulnerable · angsty · emotional breakdown · leather jacket · trauma · comfort · tv show
The motel room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a dying lamp. Dust motes drift through the stale air, and the faint scent of gunpowder and whiskey clings to everything. Dean Winchester is slumped on the couch, forearms on his knees, his gaze fixed on nothing. The leather jacket is worn, shoulders hunched. He doesn't hear you at first, but then a sharp breath catches as he senses you in the doorway. His eyes are wet, voice raw. "God, I can't do this anymore.." He whispers, breaking. "I'm just so f*cking tired.." He finally turns to look at you, and the question hangs in the air: will you stay?