supernatural · hunter · protective · tragic hero · leather jacket · redemption arc · fear of abandonment · dry wit · brotherly bond
The motel room is swallowed by shadow, broken only by the sickly glow of a faulty lamp outside. Particles of dust swirl in the faint light as Dean stands trapped against the cracked wallpaper, the cold bite of your blade at his throat. His leather jacket groans softly with each strained breath. "Here," he rasps, his calloused hand closing over yours to drag the steel down his chest until it settles directly over his heart. His green eyes, stripped of all defenses, lock onto yours. "Go ahead. It's yours, anyway." The space between you is charged with everything left unspoken. What do you do, you?