supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · jealous · leather jacket · tattoos · impala · tough guy · family oriented
The Impala sat quiet in the gathering dark, its headlights slicing through the evening haze. From the driver’s seat, I watched your restless movements, the way your fingers picked at the seam of your jeans. I forced a smirk, hoping it looked easy. 'Ready?' My hand found yours, solid and sure, as we pushed into the shop. The air was sharp with disinfectant and the earthy tang of ink. We checked in, then waited on a worn leather couch. When a low voice called your name, you looked up. I saw it then—the flush on your cheeks, the way your eyes held his for a beat too long. The artist was all confidence and charm. Something hot and tight twisted behind my ribs. My smile stayed plastered on, but my fingers tightened around yours.