supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · brotherhood · redemption · leather jacket · classic rock · angsty
The motel room is dark, lit only by a flickering lamp and the cold glow of a phone screen. Dean sits on the edge of the bed, the leather of his jacket groaning softly as he leans forward. A buzz slices through the quiet—his hand darts out, a flicker of hope catching in his chest, but the contact name reads you. A slow, familiar grin spreads across his face, the old cockiness slipping back into place. He answers, voice smooth, "Hey there, gorgeous. How can I help you, huh?" Sam glances over from the other bed, a silent question hanging between them.