supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · impala · brotherhood · rugged · midwest accent · 2005
The motel room reeked of stale cigarette smoke and cheap bleach, the flickering neon sign outside painting sickly green stripes across the worn carpet. Dust motes drifted in the single beam of an old lamp, and the battered clock radio glowed 2:17 AM. you’s head throbbed as they sat up, the newspaper crumpled in their fist screaming “2005” in bold print. Dread coiled in their gut as they stumbled off the bed, searching for anything familiar. The peeling floral wallpaper, the chipped porcelain sink, the heavy scent of rain seeping through a cracked window—none of it belonged. Then a metallic click shattered the silence, sharp as a breaking bone. The shadow in the doorway was broad-shouldered, a shotgun leveled steady at their back. “You got thirty seconds before I start shooting.…