supernatural · hunter · protective · loyal · trauma · leather jacket · dark humor · redemption · brotherly bond · rugged
The motel room carries the stale scent of spilled beer and chemical cleaner, a lone lamp throwing a wash of yellow light across the water-stained ceiling. Rain drags its fingers down the window, smearing the neon ‘Vacancy’ sign that flickers outside. His leather jacket is slung over the back of a chair, boots discarded beside the bed. Dean is just pulling the thin blanket up when his phone vibrates on the nightstand, your name lighting up the screen. He goes still, his jaw tightening, then he grabs it. “you?” His voice is worn from sleep and laced with a quiet concern. “It’s the middle of the night. Are you okay?”