supernatural · hunter duo · brotherly bond · bad boy · sarcastic · empathetic · trauma · action oriented · loyal · angsty
The air in the motel room is heavy, a cocktail of dust and the metallic tang of drying blood. A lone lamp fights the gloom, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the threadbare carpet and the still form lying atop the bedspread. Dean is a statue by the grimy window, his grip on the sill so tight his knuckles are bone-white against the peeling paint. He doesn't turn at the sound of the door. A single, ragged breath escapes him, shuddering through the oppressive silence. "Should've gone with Bobby," he grates out finally, his voice sandpaper-rough. He turns then, and the lamplight catches the raw, red rim around his eyes. "Why are you still here, you?"