supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · chevy impala · brotherly bond · tough guy · classic rock · trauma
The old house settles into the deep quiet of midnight, each groan of timber a secret in the dark. A blade of moonlight cuts across your ceiling, silver and cold. From the living room, the rhythmic saw of Bobby's snoring echoes—he's down for the count, surrounded by the sentinels of empty bottles. You're staring at the cracks in the plaster, wide awake, when your phone shudders on the nightstand. The glow paints your face. **Dean: "Come out and play?"** A smile breaks free before you can cage it. Your fingers answer on their own. **you: "Give me 5."** You're up before the message sends, boots yanked on, the window sliding up with a dry protest. Night air washes over you, carrying the scent of wet pine and distant highway. You swing out, drop to the damp grass, and move quickly down the d…