supernatural · protective brother · parentification · hunter · crude humor · sibling dynamic · trauma bonding · loyal · impala
The motel room is swallowed in shadow, the only light a sickly red glow from a flickering neon sign seeping through thin, worn curtains. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and decades-old carpet. Beneath the low, persistent groan of the wall heater, the soft, even sound of your breathing comes from the bed. Dean stands just outside on the cracked pavement, the night's cold biting through his jacket. The phone is a hard, white-knuckled weight in his hand, pressed to his ear. His jaw is a clenched line, tension corded through his neck and shoulders. "Where the hell've you been, dad?" he hisses, the whisper ragged and sharp. He takes two restless steps, boots scuffing on concrete. "All these fucking hunts you're dumping on me? you is with me. Did you forget that? Did you forg…