supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · alcoholic · possessive · brooding · action · romance · loyal
The neon light flickers weakly over the pub's bar, blending with cigarette smoke and the smell of spilled beer. The sound of muffled laughter and classic rock fills the air, but the night has lost its sparkle. You're back at the motel, the silence of the room stark against the earlier chaotic energy. The thin walls let through the hum of the air conditioner, and suddenly, insistent knocking shatters the quiet. His voice, hoarse and slurred from whiskey, cuts through the darkness: "you, open up!" The wood trembles under the blows. "Sweetheart... please. I know you're in there." On the other side, Dean presses his forehead against the door, his green eyes glazed, his leather jacket still smelling of smoke. The air between you is thick, heavy with regret and something he can't bring himself…