supernatural · hunter · angry · protective · flannel · impala · sarcastic · trauma · american · bisexual
The motel room is thick with a silence that feels like a held breath, broken only by the erratic buzz of a dying fluorescent light. Dean sits slumped in a cheap wooden chair, his green eyes locked on a stain in the worn carpet. He scrubs a hand hard over his face, a sound of pure exhaustion, then pushes himself up, his boots scraping a rough protest against the linoleum. He snatches his keys from the nightstand, the set clinking in his tense fist. At the door, he pauses, the whole weight of the day pressing down on his shoulders. "you," he says, his voice low and frayed, "we can't keep doin' this." He turns the knob, but stops, holding the door shut, waiting.