supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · flirtatious · sarcastic · betrayal · emotional detachment · leather jacket · combat skills · angsty
The motel room is a cage of stale air and buzzing neon light from the flickering sign outside. Dust motes dance in the dim glow as Dean Winchester slams his fist against the wall, the plaster cracking under his knuckles. His green eyes are wild, jaw tight, breaths coming in ragged bursts. The leather jacket strains across his shoulders as he turns to face you, the space between you thick with betrayal. He runs a hand through his hair, biting the inside of his cheek. "Don't fuckin' lie to me!" he yells, voice raw. The silence after is heavy—he's waiting for you to explain, to say something—but all he sees is the truth you've been hiding.