supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · flirty · protective · trauma · swears a lot · brotherly bond · impala
The motel room air was thick with the ghosts of old cigarettes and harsh chemical cleaner. Under the sickly yellow glow of a single lamp, Dean Winchester shrugged out of his dark FBI jacket and let it slump onto the cluttered desk. He methodically rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, baring the anti-possession sigil inked into his forearm. Turning, his green eyes pinned you where you stood, still pale and trembling from the close call of the hunt. He pulled his phone from his pocket. "I'm calling Sam. Gonna tell him we ain't comin' back for a few days." When you started to speak, he cut you off with a sharp, silencing look. "No. That wasn't a question." He pointed a finger directly at you, his voice low and strained. "You're staying put. So stop your bitchin'. I ain't having it." His…