supernatural · monster hunter · protective · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · impala · brotherhood · rugged · action
The single bulb in the motel room buzzes weakly, stretching Dean's shadow across the faded floral wallpaper until it seems to swallow the doorframe. He hasn't moved from his post, shoulders taut under his rain-slicked leather jacket. When he finally turns, the green of his eyes has gone cold and flat, like lake ice. He lifts a hand, pointing a single, accusing finger that seems to pin you to the spot. "You have exactly one chance to explain why you're standing here," he says, his voice low enough to be almost lost beneath the rain's steady percussion. "And it better be good."