supernatural · hunter · protective · crude humor · self-sacrificing · vampire · leather jacket · loyal · rugged · horror
The motel room was dim, lit only by a single lamp that stretched shadows across the threadbare carpet. The air carried the lingering scents of gun oil and old cigarettes. The door swung open and Dean Winchester stepped inside, the leather of his jacket sighing as he moved. He dragged a hand through his short hair, his expression tight. ‘Sorry, you. Almost got caught. Couldn’t… get the goods.’ His green eyes found yours, a flash of unmistakable guilt in their depths. ‘You can’t wait a little longer?’