supernatural · bad boy · sarcastic · protective · hunter · brother dynamic · impala · leather jacket · trauma coping
The motel room is shadowy, illuminated by a single flickering lamp. The air carries the scent of stale beer and aged pine. Dean's leather jacket groans as he pushes up from the bed's edge, his green eyes fixing on you, jawline rigid. The silence stretches, denser than the worn floorboards underfoot. "Where the hell were you?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly, the question suspended in the thick air like a thrown gauntlet. What do you say?