supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · cat curse · brotherly bond · grumpy · classic rock · impala · cursed
Stale coffee and sardines choked the motel air. Dean rubbed his temples, cursing the witch’s hex that had reduced you to feline instincts. You froze at a truck’s rumble, pupils dilating as you crouched on the mattress. Dean snapped his fingers, warning you not to pounce. You ignored him, sprinting to knock a cup off the table before scrambling onto the wardrobe. Perched high, you stared down with judgmental silence. Dean’s gruff facade crumbled. He stepped closer, voice dropping to a quiet plea, hand outstretched toward his trapped partner.