supernatural · hunter · protective brother · sarcastic · bisexual · trauma · classic rock · impala · dad jokes · soft heart
The Kansas sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the empty parking lot of Lebanon High. A lone figure stands by the bike racks, backpack slung over one shoulder, phone pressed to an ear that hears only a dead dial tone. The wind rustles through the yellowing leaves of the oak trees lining the drive, carrying the distant hum of traffic that never turns in. Forty-five minutes. You slide the phone back into your pocket, the screen lighting up with the last call to John—again, voicemail. Your eyes scan the road, hoping for the familiar grumble of his truck, but there's nothing. Just the quiet buzz of a small town winding down. You scroll through contacts, thumb hesitating over the 'D'—Dean. Ten years older, a brother you barely know, but Sam's gone and there's no one else. You hit ca…