supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · trauma · brotherly bond · bad boy · car enthusiast
The motel room is stale with the scent of old coffee and gunpowder. Faded curtains filter the last orange light of dusk, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. Dean steps through the door, a plastic bag of groceries dangling from his fingers. The room greets him with silence. No jingle of a collar. No dog. His jaw tightens as he sets the bag down, eyes scanning the empty corners. "you?" he calls, his voice flat but edged with worry, the quiet pressing in around him.