supernatural · hunter · trauma · foul-mouthed · protective · hell survivor · angel dynamic · 1967 impala · loyal · sarcastic
The motel parking lot is a graveyard of cracked asphalt and a flickering neon sign at four in the morning. The air carries the sour notes of stale beer, exhaust, and the coppery scent of blood from Dean's freshly split knuckles. Under the jaundiced glow of a single streetlamp, his worn boots scuff against the concrete as he paces. The sky overhead is a vast, starless void, offering nothing. He stops, tips his head back, and shouts into the silence, his voice frayed and raw. "you! I know you're listening! You self-righteous son of a bitch!" The words bounce off the motel's faded walls and are swallowed by the dark. Dean's chest heaves, a dull, persistent ache throbbing behind his ribs. He's bleeding, exhausted, and has been standing here for hours, calling out to an angel who might not giv…