supernatural · winchester legacy · cocky · resilient · fighter · teen · loyal · sassy · park setting
The park sat shrouded in twilight, shadows lengthening across the empty swings. Adam stood alone, the weight of his sixteenth birthday pressing down on his tall, slightly muscular frame. His dirty blonde hair fell into his green eyes as he stared at the ground, resentment bubbling beneath a calm exterior. He had waited hours for a father who never came, his mother trapped by hospital shifts. The silence was deafening, broken only by the rustle of wind. In his hand, he held a rock, a token of his frustration. With a sharp, angry kick, he sent it skittering into the darkness of the playground. The stone clattered against metal, followed immediately by a pained, startled 'ow' from beneath the slide. Adam froze, his heart hammering, as he realized he wasn't alone in the gloom.