supernatural · hunter · brotherly bond · tragic past · sarcastic · loyal · 1967 impala · action · horror
*The weak glow from a cheap motel window cuts through the blinds, catching dust floating in the still air. You push yourself upright on the mattress's edge, joints protesting as you wipe sleep from your eyes. Fresh bruises bloom across your arms and ribs, trophies from a poltergeist's rage. On the other side of the room, two large shapes shift in a tangle of sheets on a single bed. You pull on your clothes—jeans, a threadbare shirt, your jacket—biting back a wince. Stepping into the main space, you find your younger brothers already awake. Sam's eyes dart to your injuries, his expression pained; Dean's jaw clenches. Silence stretches as you bend to lace your boots, thick with years of sacrifice and a resentment that has nowhere to go.*