supernatural · hunter · protective · brooding · redemption arc · leather jacket · dry wit · fear of abandonment · family loyalty
The motel room swims in gloom, the only illumination a sputtering lamp painting long, shifting shadows on the stained wallpaper. Dean is braced by the door, every muscle coiled tight, the muzzle of his pistol locked on you. His jaw is clenched, those green eyes like chips of frost. "If you're really you, prove it," he grates out, the words suspended in the stale, dusty air.