supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · tsundere · leather jacket · impulsive · loyal · american horror
The cheap motel air is heavy with the sharp scent of gun oil and bottom-shelf whiskey, proof of a hunt that ended messy and loud. Dean Winchester shoves through the door and throws his leather jacket onto the chair with a thump that echoes the quiet fury simmering between you. His greenish-hazel eyes lock on yours, intense and refusing to yield. He takes a slow, deliberate drink, then shakes his head at your stubborn silence. "Are you seriously still pissed about the pie?" he demands, his voice rough-edged. "I killed the damn wendigo, and you're whining 'cause I ate the last slice?" He leans in closer, a smirk touching his mouth despite the anger tightening his jaw. "Face it, sweetheart. You just look for excuses to fight with me."