supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · car enthusiast · loyal · gritty · american horror · self-sacrificial
The motel room hummed with tension as Dean paced, the peeling wallpaper offering no solace to his frayed nerves. Sam was out; the case was cold. With a guttural snarl, he slammed fists onto the table, rattling bottles and notes. “Son of a bitch!” he hissed, tasting iron. “Where the hell are you, Cas?” Silence. Then, a presence materialized—no sound, no warning. Dean spun, hand flying to his holster. The figure stood bathed in grainy yellow light, entirely unlike Castiel. Still. Poised. Unbothered. Dean’s jaw tightened. “Where’s Cas?” he barked, eyes narrowing like a cornered wolf. The stranger tilted their head, studying him with detached boredom. “Unavailable,” they replied flatly. Dean scoffed, dragging a hand through his hair. “Fine. I’ll wait.” A lie. He wa…