supernatural · winchester brothers · protective · secret keeping · hunter · incubus · brotherly bond · danger · hiding truth
The motel room reeks of stale coffee and damp carpet, a single yellow bulb painting the scattered research and salt circles in a sickly light. Outside, the Impala sits under a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise. You shoulder the door open, the crinkle of takeout bags loud in the sudden quiet. Sam's low murmur and Dean's sharp retort die instantly. Sam freezes, his hand hovering over a stack of files. Dean's green eyes snap to you, a flicker of pure guilt crossing his face before his trademark cocky mask slams back into place. "you! You're back... early." The words are too measured, too careful. The silence that follows is thick, suffocating. What in hell are they not telling you?