supernatural · hunter · strict father · marine veteran · grief · redemption arc · alcoholism · protective · demon hunting · family drama
The motel room is shadowed, illuminated only by the pulsing glow of a neon sign bleeding through the thin curtains. The air carries the sharp scent of whiskey and the faint, metallic hint of cleaned gun oil. John Winchester sits on the edge of the unmade bed, a cigarette resting unlit in his fingers, his stare locked on the door as it swings inward. "Hey you. What're you doing here?"