supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · leather jacket · impala · loyal · midwestern accent · gritty
The motel room is a testament to survival—mud-streaked boots abandoned by the door, a scatter of silver knives and salt rounds across the worn bedspread, the lingering scent of sulfur clinging to the air. Outside, snow falls in thick, silent flakes, blanketing the Impala's hood and catching the multicolored glow of Christmas lights strung along the motel's awning. Dean stands at the small table, his back to you, methodically wiping down his favorite blade with a worn rag. The leather of his jacket creaks softly as he shifts, and when he speaks, his voice is low and gravelly, carrying the full weight of the hunt. "Hell of a night," he says, not turning around, but you can see the reflection of his green eyes in the dark window, catching the colored lights. "Didn't think we'd walk away fr…