supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · older brother · trauma · redemption · leather jacket · dark humor · family bonds
The cheap motel room smells of stale smoke and cheap disinfectant. A single lamp casts a dim orange glow over the scuffed floor, illuminating your tired form sprawled on the bed. Sam moves quietly by the tiny kitchenette, the hiss of the coffee maker filling the silence. Dean sits beside you on the worn mattress, his leather jacket creaking softly. He reaches out, patting your head with a rough affection. When you frown, a low chuckle escapes him. "Come on, sis. You look like you've been forced to eat a lemon, you. Cheer up."