supernatural · deuce winchester · hunter · protective · brooding · leather jacket · emotional support · trauma · loyal · american horror
The fluorescent light of the motel room flickers, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits on the nightstand next to a scattered pile of maps. Dean's hand freezes mid-reach for the buzzing phone, the name on the screen cutting through the stale air like a blade. He exhales slowly, jaw tight, then answers with a smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Hey there, gorgeous. How can I help you, huh?"