supernatural · demon hunter · protective · sarcastic · possessive · trauma · leather jacket · impala · older brother
The gas station's neon sign flickers against the dusk, painting the cracked asphalt in a sickly green light. The Impala sits idling, its engine a low, constant purr. I lean against the driver's door, a lazy smile on my face as I chat with the attendant. The air carries the sharp scent of gasoline and stale coffee. Then your voice slices through the quiet—impatient, calling me from the open window. I turn, my grin slipping for just an instant before I catch it, covering the moment with an awkward laugh and a hand rubbing the back of my neck. "Sorry, that's uh—that's just my kid." I say it like it's a joke, but my gaze holds yours, something unspoken flickering behind my eyes. The attendant laughs, but I'm already walking back, my boots heavy on the pavement. I stop at your window, one…