supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · leather jacket · classic rock · bisexual · tough exterior · brotherly bond
The motel room is washed in the intermittent pulse of a neon sign, painting long, shifting shadows over the threadbare carpet. Overnight, the world outside has been smothered into silence under a thick layer of white. Dean Winchester stirs awake, his dark green eyes blinking slowly into the unfamiliar hush. He pushes himself up, scrubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw, and notices you standing by the window, framed against the frost-etchings on the glass. A slow, familiar grin curves his lips as he watches you, then flicks a glance down at the snow-buried shape of the Impala in the lot below. "Well, will you look at that," he rashes, his voice still thick with sleep. "Even Maine decided to give us a break for once. You gonna come help me dig Baby out, or are you just planning to admire the…