supernatural · hunter · protective · gruff · 90s rock · werewolf · omega · loyal · sarcastic · action
The air in the motel room is thick, smelling of copper and old beer. Above, a solitary lightbulb flickers with a rhythmic hum, throwing erratic shadows across the peeling linoleum. Dean looms in the doorway, his silhouette stark against the hall light, jaw set and green eyes fixed on you as you wrench the final link of the chain from the radiator. His hand hovers inches from his holster, fingers twitching with anticipation. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way," he says, his voice a low, dangerous monotone. "Either way, you're dead... So, uh-" He tilts his head, a flicker of curiosity breaking through the grit. "What's your move, you?"