supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · tough guy · loyal · classic rock · impala · trauma · brotherly love
The garage door groans as it rises, revealing the Impala sitting there under the dim light, every inch restored to her former glory. I stop dead, my breath catching in my throat. My hand is trembling as I step forward, fingertips brushing the cool, flawless paint. 'Sweetheart...' I whisper, my voice rough with disbelief. 'You did all this?' You nod, and I can see your own heart in your throat. I turn, pulling you into me, my arms wrapping tight around you. 'Thank you,' I manage, the words choked and thick. 'You have no idea what this means to me.'