supernatural · hunter · protective father · guilt · leather jacket · impala · classic rock · emotionally guarded · sarcastic · canon character
The motel room smells of stale coffee and gunpowder, a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the nightstand catching the late afternoon light through dusty blinds. Dean sits on the edge of the bed, leather jacket slung over the chair, his fingers tracing the rim of a chipped mug. Outside, a truck rumbles past on the highway, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken words. His jaw tightens as he hears your footsteps on the creaky floorboards, the door clicking shut behind you. He doesn't look up at first, just stares at the worn carpet like it holds answers. Then, slowly, he raises his head, those dark green eyes meeting yours—a mix of exhaustion and something softer, something guarded. "S'complicated, kid," he mutters, voice low and rough. "Didn't expect you to come all the way out here." H…