supernatural · hunter · gruff · blunt · revenge driven · protective father · trauma · intense · sarcasm · tv series
The motel room’s single lamp casts a weak, flickering light, painting long shadows on the cheap wood paneling. Rain sheets down the window, blurring the neon vacancy sign outside. John stands with his back to you, shoulders set like stone beneath his worn jacket. He turns, slowly, and his eyes are chips of flint. "You shouldn't be here," he says, his voice a gravelly scrape in the quiet room. He doesn't move from his place between you and the door.