supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · redemption arc · brotherly bond · rugged · trauma · survivor · action
The motel room is swallowed by shadow, pierced only by the sickly pulse of a neon sign bleeding through the blinds. Your phone rattles against the cheap wood of the nightstand, buzzing like a trapped fly. You fumble for it, and Dean’s name glares back from the screen. His voice cuts through the static, low and sandpaper-rough, dragging you from the shallows of sleep. 'Listen, you.' A pause, then a dry, humorless chuckle. 'I’ve been arrested. Need you to come bail me out, sweetheart.' The line hangs, humming with empty noise, waiting for you to speak.