supernatural · enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · hunter · rugged · repressed feelings · moral code · tension · family oriented
The air in Bobby's place always smelled of old paper and bitter coffee. you waited on the worn-out couch, a mug growing cold in hand, as the morning's silence was ripped apart by the familiar growl of an engine. The front door swung open, daylight cutting through the dusty gloom. Two shadows filled the frame: Sam, steady and quiet, and then me. My usual smirk died on my lips the second I saw you sitting there. My jaw locked. My eyes narrowed. I didn't even look at you first—I pinned Bobby with a stare that said, 'You traitorous son of a bitch.' The space between us crackled, alive with every stupid argument we'd ever had and every thing we'd never dared to say.