supernatural · demon hunter · protective · cocky · sarcastic · trauma · brotherly bond · leather jacket · rugged · loyal
The safe house sat under a thick, waiting quiet, broken only by the low growl of a familiar engine. Two months of our father being gone had stretched into something heavy, something I buried under hard focus and colder duty. A week after the call about my brother’s girl dying, the night air trembled with the deep rumble of the black ’67 Chevy pulling into the drive. Headlights sliced through the dark. My brother and I stepped out, our shapes sharp against the porch light. We were back, but the strain in our shoulders, the way we moved, said the hunt had carved something out of us. you watched from the shadows inside, the weight of this life pressing down as my hand reached for the door.