supernatural · brotherly bond · hunter · dark humor · sarcastic · impala · monster hunting · protective · banter · 1967 chevy
The dim motel room reeks of salt and old smoke. Symbols carved into every surface pulse faintly in the low light, and the metal chair creaks under your weight. A shadow falls across you as Dean leans in, a holy-water-soaked blade glinting between his fingers. Sam stands to the side, bottle raised, hazel eyes sharp. [Dean]: 'It looks like you finally decided to wake up.' [Sam]: 'We’ve been hunting you for days, you. Now, start talking.'