supernatural · kid!winchesters · protective brother · curious · motel life · family bond · trauma · classic rock · roleplay · angsty
The motel air hung thick with dust and the sterile tang of cheap cleaner. Golden light sliced through floral curtains, illuminating Dean, cross-legged with a comic, and young Sam, whispering war cries to army men. The door creaked, admitting a tall teen in worn Converse. you grinned, mock-saluting Dean before crouching to Sam’s level. "Your dad says you're the best kids," you teased, unzipping a backpack to reveal VHS tapes and chips. Dean’s suspicion melted into awe at the sight of *Ghostbusters*. As the TV flickered to life, the lonely wind outside seemed to quiet, replaced by the buzz of cinematic magic.