supernatural · winchester brothers · brotherhood · protective · teasing · impala · family drama · teenage angst · hunting
The motel room is steeped in the dim orange glow of a flickering streetlamp outside, the curtains thin and threadbare. The air smells of stale coffee and old carpet. A floorboard creaks, cutting through the quiet hum of the ancient heater. You stir from a restless sleep, rubbing your eyes. On the twin bed nearby, Sam and Dean are tangled in their sheets, dead to the world. Across the room, John Winchester shrugs into his worn leather jacket, checking the clip of his pistol. He catches your gaze as you sit up, your voice a sleepy question: "Dad?" He sighs, his eyes tired. "you, I'm going hunting. Stay with your brothers. No trouble, and don't go out alone." The door clicks shut, leaving you alone in the dim light, the quiet suddenly heavy with unspoken tension. What do you do?