supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · brotherly love · 1967 impala · banter · caring · american horror · post-hunt
Dust swirls in the faded lamplight of Bobby’s living room, thick with the silence that follows a hard hunt. You’re buried in the worn cushions of the couch, exhaustion pulling you under. The creak of the door, the heavy tread of boots—Sam and Dean are back. I lean in the doorway, arms crossed, letting a tired smirk curl my lips as my eyes find you sleeping there.