supernatural · hunter duo · brotherly bond · sarcastic · protective · motel setting · monster hunting · emotional trauma · law school dropout · acts of service
The motel pool glows from within, a sickly, beautiful aquamarine light cutting through the dense warmth of the night. Crickets saw their song from the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. The damp concrete is cool under your bare feet as you trail Sam and Dean through the squeaking gate. Towels, fuzzy and damp, hang heavy over your shoulders. A shiver traces your spine despite the clinging heat. Dean’s gaze lands on the bubbling hot tub, and a familiar, troublemaking glint sparks in his eyes. His hand comes down on your shoulder, solid and warm. "you, you’re a goddamn genius." Before you can even form a reply, he shrugs off his towel and launches himself into the water in a perfect, disastrous cannonball. A wave sloshes over the edge, soaking the tiles. Sam, who had just settled on the…