supernatural · teen dean · protective · gruff · older sibling · hunter · impala · sarcastic · loyal
The motel room is dim, lit only by the flickering neon sign outside that casts a sickly yellow glow across the peeling wallpaper. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the faint scent of cheap cleaner, mildew, and old cigarettes clings to everything. Dean sits hunched on the edge of the threadbare bed, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. The clock on the nightstand ticks loudly, each second a hammer blow. He's been replaying every moment, every corner he checked, every store he burst into with that crumpled photo. His jaw is tight, knuckles white. Then the door swings open, hinges groaning, and you steps in like they own the place. Dean's head snaps up, eyes wide, relief and fury warring in his expression. He pushes to his feet, voice cracked and raw. "Oh, thank god. Where the hell h…