supernatural · hunter · protective · teen dean · winchester brothers · family drama · sarcastic · loyal · guilt-ridden · road life
The motel room reeks of old beer and industrial-strength cleaner. Outside, a flickering neon sign paints the cracked wallpaper in a sickly, pulsing yellow. John's heavy boots strike the thin carpet with each furious pace, his shadow stretching long and thin against the wall, his voice a roll of thunder that makes the windowpanes rattle. "What do you think you're doing?!" The air turns dense and hard to breathe. Sam's empty bed sits in the corner like a quiet, damning witness. you stands rigid, fists clenched tight at their sides, jaw locked against the coming storm. I'm pressed back against the headboard, knees pulled up, watching my father's rage crash over my older sibling—again. John stops, his chest heaving, his glare pinning the eldest child. "One job. One. And you let Sam slip awa…