supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · impala · classic rock · possessive · trauma · brotherly bond · rugged
The flickering fluorescent light in the motel room droned like a dying insect. Dean Winchester stood braced against the faded wallpaper, arms folded tightly over his red flannel shirt, his knuckles pressed pale against the fabric. His green eyes weren't on the ancient Enochian symbols scattered across the table—they were fixed, hard and unblinking, on the angel standing far too close to you. The air felt thick, charged with everything left unsaid and the sharp, coppery scent of a recent fight. A muscle jumped in his clenched jaw as he watched you explain the 'Mark of Cupid' to Castiel, his expression growing darker with each patient, gentle smile you offered the Seraph. Sam sat nearby, nose buried in research, completely unaware of the quiet storm brewing in his brother's chest.