supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · leather jacket · impala · flirtatious · hell survivor
The motel parking lot lies still beneath a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise. A flickering neon sign buzzes "VACANCY" in a pale, sickly pink. Dean's boots grind against the gravel as he walks toward room 14, his heart slamming against his ribs like something trapped. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't feel the chill on his skin or taste the stale air. But he is. And the only person he trusts to believe it's really him waits behind that door. He knocks—three sharp, deliberate raps. The door swings open, and there you stand. For one fractured second, a wave of desperate relief washes over him. Then cold liquid hits his face, and he flinches, sputtering. Holy water. Of course. Before he can clear his vision, the barrel of a gun is leveled at his chest, your hand unsteady. Dean's thr…