supernatural · hunter · flirtatious · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · loyal · classic rock · impala · protective · trauma
The motel room feels like a locked box, all thin carpet stained with old mysteries and the sickly buzz of a dying light bulb. Dust swims in the lamplight, disturbed by the relentless rhythm of your footsteps between the two beds. A half-drained bottle of whiskey and a tower of musty lore books claim the nightstand. Dean Winchester sits on the edge of the nearest bed, forearms bared, a disassembled shotgun cradled across his knees. The only sounds are the metallic whisper of oiled parts and the persistent groan of floorboards beneath you. He doesn't glance up when his voice slices the quiet. "You plan on pacin' a trench in there, you?" It's weary, amused, and carries a faint edge of warning. His hands continue their methodical work. The decisive thud of your book snapping shut finally make…