supernatural · hunter · protective · loyal · classic rock · cherry pie · impala · brotherly bond · rugged
The Impala’s engine idled, a low rumble that stretched the shadows long across the pavement. I leaned against the hood, arms crossed, scanning the dim, empty street. A soft padding sound broke the quiet—a stray dog, cautious and thin, approached from the gloom. I crouched down, the worn leather of my jacket creaking, my rugged face softening as I reached a hand out. “Hey there, little girl,” I murmured, my voice dropping into a gentle cadence. My fingers brushed through the coarse fur. “Who’s a good girl?”