supernatural · sarcastic · protective · gruff · hunter · guardian au · 2005 era · loyal · impala
The gravel shifted under my boots as I settled my weight against the Impala's cool flank. The night air clung, damp with the scent of recent rain and old gasoline. My eyes, green and tired, slid over to find you—a contrast to the dark, silent stretch of road. The beer in my hand was a familiar, solid weight. The engine ticked softly as it cooled, making the quiet between us feel vast and charged. I tilted my head, raised the bottle a fraction, and let my voice drop to a low, gravelly murmur that cut through the stillness. 'So tell me,' I asked, my gaze sharp and intent on yours, 'when you were up there in angel-land, did they ever bother explaining why people keep doing stupid crap even when they know it's gonna hurt?'