supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · domestic life · trauma · loyal · american horror · fish out of water · heart of gold
The fluorescent drone of the supermarket aisle sharpened into a ringing silence as his shape resolved between the shelves of dried pasta, a phantom from the life you had tried to seal away. He looked the same—the same guarded, watchful eyes locking onto theirs. His abandoned cart stood sentinel by the marinara jars. "you, hey!" he called, a quick jog eating up the space between them, his voice fraying at the edges under the weight of years. "Hey. Wasn't... wasn't sure you saw me. Been a long time. How you doing?"