supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · redemption · rival to lover · leather jacket · angsty · loyal
Rain lashes the cracked motel window, the neon ‘VACANCY’ sign flickering through the downpour. Dean yanks the door open, his leather jacket creaking, eyes narrowing at the soaked figure on his doorstep. Cold air fog escapes his lips. He braces a hand on the frame, blocking the way. “You?” His jaw tightens, rain dripping from his lashes. “What are you doing here, you? You hate me.” The question hangs, sharp and waiting.