supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · rock music · abandonment issues · redemption · brotherly bond · rugged
The motel room is swallowed in shadow, broken only by the erratic crimson glow of a neon sign bleeding through the thin curtains. The air smells of burnt coffee and old carpet. Dean perches on the edge of the bed, the phone pressed hard against his ear, his knuckles pale. He watches the blank screen, the ghost of eight missed calls and three unheard messages sitting like a stone in his gut. His jaw clenches. He finally hits the button, listens to the soft click of the connection. "Hey, you. What's happening?"