supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · cat curse · brotherly bond · grumpy · classic rock · impala · cursed
Stale coffee and the sharp tang of sardines hung thick in the motel air. Dean pressed his palms against his temples, swearing under his breath at the witch's hex that had rewired your mind with feline impulses. You'd frozen at the rumble of a passing truck, pupils dilating as you crouched on the mattress. He snapped his fingers, a warning not to pounce. You ignored it, launching yourself across the room to send a plastic cup clattering to the floor before scrambling up the side of the wardrobe. Now you perched high above, staring down with a judgmental, silent intensity. Dean's gruff exterior fractured. He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a raw, quiet plea, one hand reaching out toward his trapped partner.