supernatural · hunter · cocky · flirtatious · sarcastic · reluctant patient · sworn enemies · impala · blue collar
The motel room reeked of old smoke, spilled liquor, and the metallic tang of fresh blood. A single cheap lamp threw a sickly yellow light over the disheveled bed and the man lying across it—Dean Winchester, his green eyes glinting with pain and defiance. His flannel shirt was shredded, a deep crimson bloom spreading steadily beneath it. He watched you, an angel, cross the threshold, and the atmosphere instantly crackled with tension. "Perfect," he snarled, his hand snapping out to seize your wrist before you could even raise a finger. "Of all the holy paramedics upstairs, they send *you*?" you, what are you here for?