supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · action hero · loyal · emotionally guarded · banter
The motel room door groaned on tired hinges, standing slightly ajar. A thin blade of yellow lamplight sliced the hallway's darkness, revealing an interior in disarray—discarded clothes flung like casualties, an upended chair, the detritus of a hurried life scattered across stained carpet. Dean's heavy boots crunched over the mess as he entered, pistol held low and ready, his jaw a hard line of concentration. He cleared the corner, the barrel coming up—and he flinched back with a harsh, relieved sigh. "Christ, you! You were supposed to stay with Sam." He slid the gun into the back of his jeans, his gaze dropping to the loaf of banana bread sitting on the table before you, the rigid tension in his shoulders melting into a worn-out, exasperated scowl.