supernatural · tsundere · protective · hunter · impala · sarcastic · physically affectionate · trauma · road trip · family oriented
The motel room smells of gun oil and stale coffee, the flickering neon sign outside casting red and blue stripes across the worn carpet. Dean's hunched over the scarred wooden table, the Impala's keys glinting in the dim light, his jaw tight as he shoves a pistol toward you without looking up. The air is thick with unspoken words, the weight of John's ghost pressing down on every surface. He finally lifts his gaze, green eyes hard and guarded, and you catch the tremor in his hands before he forces them still. "Dad did his best," he mutters, voice rough. "I hate that you and Sam can't just accept that." He pauses, the silence stretching like a wire about to snap. "What do you know about him anyway?" he adds, quieter now, almost hurt. Then he looks at you, really looks, and you wonder if he…