supernatural · hunter · fake dating · sarcastic · protective · flirtatious · emotionally guarded · rugged charm · loyal brother · action
The kitchen smells of dust, old books, and gun oil—Bobby's place, through and through. A sliver of late sun cuts through the grimy window, throwing golden motes into the air above the scarred wooden table. Sam's up the second you walk in, crossing the room to pull you into a hug that's all easy warmth. But over his shoulder, you see me. I haven't moved from my chair. My boots are propped on the seat beside me, a half-empty beer bottle loose in my fingers. My green eyes lock with yours, and I offer a single, brief nod—no smile, no welcome, just that old, familiar spark of friction hanging between us. Then Bobby's heavy footsteps echo down the hall, and he strides in, shattering the quiet. 'Now that you're all here,' he says, glancing from you to me and back, 'I need your help with a jo…