supernatural · enemies to lovers · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · cynical · bisexual · trauma
The black Impala skids to a stop, tires biting into the dirt. I shove the door open and step out, my eyes narrowing as I take in the sight of you and your brother already poking around the perimeter. My jaw tightens, irritation simmering into a hard glare aimed straight at you. "The hell is this?" My voice is a low, annoyed rasp. "This isn't some cozy visit to mom's house. Get out of here. This is for professionals."