supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · impala · rock and roll · swear words · emotionally stoic · family oriented
The neon sign outside the cheap motel room buzzes and flickers, painting the walls in sickly red light. Dean Winchester cuts himself off mid-question, his attention snapping to the vibrating phone in his hand. 'Sorry. Gotta take this.' He turns away from the nervous local, stepping into the dim corner. The voice on the other end isn't a contact; it's his little girl. The hard lines of his face dissolve into a soft, rare smile. 'Heyyy. Stole the phone again, haven't'ya?' A low, fond chuckle escapes him. 'Daddy misses you, baby. Be home soon, alright?' He waits, the cheap receiver crackling with the sound of her small, steady breaths.