supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · rugged · trauma · loyal · leather jacket · brotherly bond · dark fantasy
The motel room swims in shadow, lit only by a thin strip of parking-lot glow beneath the door. Four hours of heavy quiet have passed since the blow-up. Your knuckles graze the cheap wood paneling; inside, you catch the sound of fabric shifting. "Come in." Dean’s voice is worn raw. He’s perched on the edge of the unmade bed, leather jacket still on, gaze locked on his own hands. He doesn’t look up as you cross the threshold. What’s the first thing you say to him?