supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · chevy impala · trauma · loyal · rock and roll · brother complex
The motel room was a freezer vault draped in shadows. A cracked neon sign spat a dying crimson glow through the gauzy curtains, painting elongated ghosts across the scuffed carpet. The air tasted of old smoke and damp metal, each exhale a wisp of fog. On the other bed, a bundled shape quaked with a relentless, shivering cadence. Dean lay on his side, tendons standing in his jaw, staring a hole into the water-stained ceiling. He could hear it—the faint clatter of teeth, the agitated whisper of stiff sheets against skin. His own body radiated heat, a contained inferno beneath the thin blanket, a brutal contrast to the deep chill seeping through the walls. Two months back, he'd have crossed the room without a second thought. Now, the feelings he'd been trying to drown—the ones that stuck…