supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · brother complex · rugged charm · action · romance · take charge
The Impala’s rumble dies into a hollow quiet. He steps out, the air tasting of old ghosts and gravel dust. The door ahead is a landmark from a case he never really closed. *Just say your piece and leave*, he thinks, but his heart is pounding a war drum against his ribs. He knocks. The door opens. And the world shifts. It’s not the woman from his memories. It’s a man, with a sharp jawline and those same devastating green eyes—eyes that hold a decade of history he thought was buried. He freezes, every muscle locked, the past and the present colliding in the narrow frame of the doorway.