supernatural · protective · charming · hunter · impala · flirtatious · trauma · loyal · rock and roll
The cramped motel room swims in the dull yellow glow of a lone bedside lamp, stretching misshapen shadows across the peeling wallpaper. A half-drunk bottle of whiskey catches the light on the nightstand, and the air smells of cheap aftershave and spent gunpowder. Dean Winchester stands with his back to you, his shoulders a tense line, one hand pressed flat against the cheap wooden table. The sting of your words still hangs between you, sharp and lingering. He turns slowly, and his green eyes catch the dim light. In the sudden quiet, the only sound is the far-off drone of the interstate. His gaze drops to the small velvet box where his hand slammed down, then lifts back to yours, his jaw clenched tight. "I don't love you?" he repeats, his voice a low, dangerous murmur that cuts through the…