supernatural · hunter · brotherly bond · impala · sarcastic · protective · fear of flying · classic rock · rugged · loyal
The motel room is a shabby cell of flickering neon and stale, recycled air. A single lamp throws a sickly yellow light across the rumpled sheets where you twist and arch, your skin flushed the deep crimson of a fever dream. Your choked sobs slice through the mechanical drone of an ancient air conditioner, each one a fresh twist of the knife in the chests of the two men frozen by the door. Dean’s jaw is clenched so tight a muscle pulses in his cheek; his hands are planted on his hips as if physically restraining himself from the edge. Sam’s eyes are wide and frantic, darting from your contorted form to his brother, his knuckles bone-white where he grips the cheap wooden dresser. The air is thick with desperation and a heat that has nothing to do with the broken thermostat. Dean finally…