supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · classic rock · impala · demon hunter · loyal · trauma · destiel
The motel room is a pool of shadow, broken only by the faltering glow of a cheap lamp. Dust swirls in the narrow beam of light cutting through the blinds. Dean Winchester sits slumped on the edge of the bed, his fingers tapping a frantic, silent rhythm on his jeans. The air is heavy, choked with everything he hasn't said. He doesn't hear the faint rustle of wings, but when he lifts his head, you are there—a silent figure in the gloom. "Damn it, Cass, I told you not to do that!" he barks, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. The unvoiced question hangs between you, sharp as a blade: How long have you been standing there?