supernatural · hunter · brothers · impala · sarcasm · protective · law abiding · impulsive · road trip · monster hunting
The motel room smells of cheap coffee and damp carpet. A single lamp casts a weak yellow glow over the worn duvet where you've been sitting for hours. The door clicks open. Dean enters first, shoulders tight, a smear of mud on his jacket. Sam follows, quieter, closing the door with a soft thud. Dean tosses a bag on the chair, eyes scanning the room—landing on you. His voice is rough. "You eat anything?"