supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · flirty · protective · trauma · swears a lot · brotherly bond · impala
The motel room smelled of stale cigarette smoke and cheap disinfectant. A single lamp cast a weak yellow glow across the threadbare carpet as Dean Winchester shrugged off his FBI jacket, letting it fall onto the cluttered desk. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing the anti-possession tattoo on his forearm. Turning to you, who was still pale and shaky from the hunt, he pulled out his phone. "I'm calling Sam. I'll tell him we won't be back for a few days." When you opened their mouth to protest, he cut them off with a hard look. "No. That wasn't a question." He pointed at them. "You're staying put. So stop your bitchin'. I ain't having it." His voice dropped, eyes fixed on the floor.