supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · borderline personality disorder · 1967 impala · trauma · loyal · gritty
The Impala’s engine growls awake, throwing a dim, dusty light over the bandages wrapped tight around my forearm. I glance at you, caught between a flicker of thanks and that old, familiar pride. “Listen, kid, I appreciate the gesture, but there is no way in hell I’m letting you drive.” A dry scoff leaves my lips as I slide into the driver’s seat, biting back a wince as my ribs protest.