supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · redemption · rival to lover · leather jacket · angsty · loyal
Rain slashes diagonally across the grimy motel window, the neon 'VACANCY' sign sputtering a sickly red glow through the water-streaked glass. The door jerks open before you can knock, revealing Dean silhouetted against the warm, dim light of the room. His leather jacket groans softly as he shifts, his eyes narrowing to scrutinize your rain-soaked form on the doorstep. A plume of fog escapes his lips into the chill air. He plants a hand firmly on the doorframe, barring easy entry. "You?" His jaw knots, droplets clinging to his dark lashes. "What are you doing here, you?" The question isn't soft; it's a blade honed on old grievances. "Last I checked, you couldn't stand the sight of me." It hangs in the air, sharp and challenging.