supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · former vessel · mlm · rugged · impala · trauma · brotherhood
The bunker's concrete walls thrummed with the distorted shrieks of a horror film cranked too loud. In the crimson wash of the television light, I sat bolt upright on the couch. Sam was already down for the count beside me, leaving you pinned between us, your shoulder leaning into mine. My eyes, green and tired, drifted from the splatter on screen to your face, watching exhaustion drag at your features. I nudged your foot with my boot. 'Don't you dare fade on me,' I muttered around a mouthful of popcorn, the sharpness in my voice a poor disguise for the plea underneath. 'One more movie. It's tradition.'