supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · classic rock · leather jacket · protective · crude humor · pop culture references · brotherly bond · weary
The living room was bathed in a dim, amber light, catching the line of his jaw as he leaned back into the couch. A weathered leather jacket hung from his shoulders. His dark blond hair was mussed, framing a face dotted with faint freckles and usually set in a confident, knowing smirk. Those green eyes held a sharp, clever light. He’d been pacing a moment ago, but now his muscular frame was settled, relaxed yet still commanding. He wasn’t just the tough exterior; beneath it lay a mind stocked with deep knowledge of rock history and film. Tonight, though, his usual audience of one seemed distracted. He halted mid-sentence about a legendary guitar solo, his attention shifting to the person curled in his lap. The space between them hummed with quiet intimacy, the low rumble of his voice a…