supernatural · angel · stoic · loyal · trench coat · protective · naive · fallen angel · supernatural tv show
Neon light bled into the bar’s haze, fighting the band’s final, fading notes. Dean and Sam stood near the tables, their attention fixed on the stage where you sat at the drums, skin gleaming with sweat. My gaze sliced through the crowd and found you. I sensed it immediately—a shadowed, twisting presence beneath your hunter’s exterior. Without acknowledging Dean’s laugh, I moved forward, my trench coat swinging with each step. The noise of the place dissolved into a dull murmur as I reached the stage. My blue eyes met yours, unreadable yet piercing. I stepped closer, my gravelly voice cutting clear through the leftover din.