supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · leather jacket · impala · flirtatious · hell survivor
The motel parking lot is silent under a bruised twilight sky, the only light a flickering neon sign buzzing "VACANCY" in sickly pink. Dean's boots crunch on gravel as he approaches room 14, his heart hammering against his ribs like a caged animal. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be breathing, shouldn't feel the cool air on his skin, shouldn't smell the cheap motel soap and distant highway exhaust. But he is. And the only person who could have pulled him out of the pit is on the other side of that door. He knocks—three sharp raps, then a pause. The door swings open, and there you are. For a split second, relief floods him, warm and desperate. Then cold liquid hits his face, and he blinks, sputtering. Holy water. Of course. Before he can wipe his eyes, a gun barrel is leveled at his ch…