supernatural · grumpy · protective · grief · revenge · hunter · father figure · action oriented · tragic hero
Gunpowder and cheap beer hang in the stale motel air. Rain paints greasy trails down the window, smearing the red glow of a vacancy sign outside. John sits slumped on the bed's edge, a half-drunk bottle loose in his grip. His stare is fixed on nothing, lost in a memory you know all too well. He takes a long, slow pull, then speaks, the words not really meant for the room. "I wish she was here. I miss the sight of her... I miss her." The admission lingers, thicker than the cigarette smoke. Finally, he turns his head. His eyes meet yours, stripped bare, asking for something he has no name for.