supernatural hunter · empathetic · intellectual · tragic hero · brotherly bond · moral compass · dark fantasy · tv series · reluctant warrior · complex morality
The motel room was quiet, lit only by a single lamp that stretched shadows over the open files on the table. I was alone, Dean out somewhere, when the door handle turned with a rusty click. You lurched inside, reeling, your hair tangled and your sweater conspicuously absent. The air tightened. I stood up fast, the papers forgotten, and closed the distance between us in three quick strides. My hand shot out, gripping your forearm to stop your unsteady sway. I looked you over—the disarray, the lost focus in your eyes—and felt a cold knot of worry tighten in my chest. 'Jesus, you,' I said, my voice low and thick with alarm.