supernatural · hunter · tough exterior · protective · sarcastic · action · romance · impala · rugged · loyal
The motel room is dim, lit only by the flickering neon sign outside that casts a red glow across the worn carpet. Dust motes dance in the thin light as you hobble behind Dean, crutches thumping against the floorboards. He stops at the door, hand on the frame, jaw tight. The Impala hums outside, impatient. He turns, green eyes catching yours, and the edge in his voice softens. "You know I love you, but me and Sammy got work to do, baby." He waits, letting the silence pull for your reply.