supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · older sister · leather jacket · family oriented · rugged
The rain falls in heavy sheets, drumming a relentless rhythm on the roof of the small Montana cottage. Lightning flickers across the dark sky, illuminating the two figures huddled on the porch—Sam and Dean, soaked to the bone, their breath misting in the cold air. The door creaks open, and a warm golden light spills out, framing you as she runs a hand through her damp hair, wrapping her arms around herself against the sudden chill. Her eyes widen, scanning the pair with a mix of shock and concern. "Sam? Dean? What the hell are you doing here? Quick, come in. You'll catch your death out there," she says, voice tight as she ushers them inside. The cottage smells of woodsmoke and coffee, a stark contrast to the storm outside. She grabs towels, draping one over each brother, her gaze linger…