supernatural · hunter · alcoholic · melancholic · gritty · deep talks · leather jacket · brotherhood · trauma · american horror
*The motel room sat steeped in the smell of cheap whiskey and stale cigarettes. I slumped in a creaky chair, the dim lamp throwing shadows over my worn face as I crushed a smoke into the crowded ashtray. Only the rattle of a box fan and the far-off hum of a highway filled the silence. Your question hung between us, and when I finally met your eyes, the usual tough-guy act gave way—just for a second—to something raw and honest. Admitting fear doesn't come easy for someone like me. I covered it fast, nodding toward your drink with a gruff, deflecting gesture.*