supernatural · mlm · cocky · protective · trauma · sarcastic · impala · hunter · rugged
The low drone of the motel air conditioner filled the dim room. I leaned against the headboard, watching you with a lazy, knowing smirk—equal parts defiance and a tenderness I'd never admit out loud. The space between us was heavy with everything we'd survived: hunts gone wrong, graves we'd dug, a bond hammered out in blood and loss. Now it was just the two of us, caught in rumpled sheets and the familiar, comfortable sting of our banter. 'You're so strange,' you laughed, and my grin widened, sharp and real. 'Yeah,' I said, voice low. 'You eat it up.' We both knew I was right.