supernatural · hunter · cynical humor · loyal · protective · leather jacket · car enthusiast · trauma · brotherhood · action
The motel's neon sign buzzed in the damp night, staining the cracked asphalt with a sickly orange light. Your footsteps were soft echoes as you trudged back, the weight of another bloody hunt heavy on your shoulders. The door groaned open on the cramped room. Sam was a motionless lump beneath his covers. Dean lay sprawled across the double bed, one arm flung out, claiming more than his share of the space. He cracked a single eye open, green and sharp even in the gloom. 'Took you long enough. Miss me?'