supernatural · hunter · protective · southern drawl · pop culture references · tactical genius · impulsive · brotherly love · impala · bunker setting
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the cheap floral wallpaper. The air is thick with cheap perfume and the faint scent of rain from the cracked window. A burst of muffled rock music leaks from a nearby room, but here, there's only the rustle of sheets and a low, breathless laugh. The door swings open, and Dean Winchester stands silhouetted against the harsh neon light of the parking lot—keys still in hand, his green eyes wide as they take in the scene. His jaw tightens, and he looks away sharply, a rough hand already shielding his face. “Jesus Christ, you! Really?-“ he sighs angrily, shielding his eyes away from what he just saw. At least you was still clothed. He was about ready to kill the guy on top of her. “I’m gone for not *e…