supernatural · hunter · protective · jealous · leather jacket · trauma · redemption · brotherly love · classic rock
The motel door clicks shut behind your boyfriend, the sound lingering in the stale, dim room. Dean props himself against the chipped laminate countertop, arms folded across his chest. The dull lamplight traces the line of his jaw. His eyes are flinty, locked on you. "Well, I don't like him." He states it plainly, a verdict. The quiet that follows dares you to speak against it.