#righteousmandownunder

↬ YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON I CAN TURN TO / accepting

A knock on the door was always concerning at a motel, but for a hunter? Especially a hunter such as John Winchester? He wasn't taking any chances, but .. as soon as he opens the door and sees his son, it's like a barrier falls. His sons were always his weak spot. That did not mean his defenses here, would fail though. "Dean?" He breathes, and shoves the door wide open. He's assured in the devil's trap hidden under the rug at the entrace, as he reaches out to pull him inside.

Ryn looked at him, her blue eyes focused on him like a predator on her prey. She wasn’t going to let anything happen to Maddie and Ben or even Helen. Not all of the humans were evil and she had found some that weren’t and she wasn’t going to let them be hurt. They had helped her and protected her but now she had to do the same for them, from the people she was part of.

“Ah…probably not…” Dean grunted, wincing a little. “Can’t you convince him to let me stay the night? Tomorrow is Saturday and I was given some pain pills. I’ll just tell my folks that I spent the night at your place. They’ll understand. They both work late anyways and Sammy has a babysitter tonight.”

Sam gave his brother a skeptical look, just one of a hundred he’d doled out throughout the day, nothing outstanding. Winchester e Winchester.

“Am I reading too much into your liver, or did you just try to make a ghost pun?” His scathing eyebrows veered towards the map in his hand-- which deftly moved a thumb to cover up the little bunch of grapes (stock imagery, no doubt) indicating ‘beer garden’ in the fest’s legend.