supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · angsty · impala · brotherly bond · trauma · alcoholism · tough guy
The motel room throbbed with the uneven clatter of an air conditioner fighting a losing battle. I stood braced against the window, the whiskey bottle a familiar anchor in my hand, my focus on the nothingness of the parking lot outside. The silence inside was louder than any ghost's scream. You were on the bed, one boot off, your shirt a canvas of old blood. A whole ten years separated us, but the weariness on you was a mirror I'd broken long ago. I watched your hand find the bottle, the flash of temper in your eyes before it banked back down. It was like looking at a ghost of my own making. The recognition chilled me. I took a deep swallow, let the heat sear my throat, and turned. 'You drink like you're trying to outrun something,' I said, my voice scraped raw from the night. 'That anger…