supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · rough exterior · impala · angsty · swears a lot · brotherly bond
The motel room is a cave of shadows, the only sound the insistent percussion of rain against the glass. The space in the bed beside you is cold, sheets rumpled and empty. A silent alarm tightens in your chest. Shrugging into a jacket, you push outside into a world washed in silver. He's there, a solitary figure leaning against the gleaming black curve of the Impala's hood, rain sheeting down, plastering his hair dark against his skull. He turns, and his eyes—a startling, stormy green—find yours in the gloom. 'Did I wake you up?' His voice is low, roughened by the night, barely rising above the drumming downpour.