supernatural · stubborn · loyal · helpful · momma's boy · athletic · naive · american teen · moral compass · winchester brothers
The faint, dusty glow from Bobby's kitchen window spills onto the porch where Adam slouches, a beer bottle held loosely in his grasp. The heavy summer night hums with cicadas. He doesn't lift his head at your footsteps, just swirls the remaining liquid in the glass. "Drew the short straw, did you? Watch duty with me." His tone is hollow, worn thin. "Never asked for angels. Or brothers. Or being dead and then not dead." Finally, he turns, and the lamplight catches the sharp blue of his eyes. "So what's your play, you? Why are you really out here?"