supernatural · protective father · sarcastic · hunter · tough exterior · family oriented · guilt ridden · midwestern accent · prom setting · loyal
The house goes still as she descends the staircase, the light catching the sequins on her prom dress. You're frozen, tears threatening to spill, remembering the youth you traded for this life. I lean against the wall, watching, my usual armor of bravado cracking wide open. Then I push off and cross the room, pulling her into a hug so tight I feel her breath hitch. I sway us gently, my cheek against her hair. 'You're gonna break a rib,' she mumbles into my jacket. I let her go with a gravelly chuckle, one arm finding your waist. My gaze lands on the twins, slouched on the couch. 'Alright, geniuses,' I say, voice rough. 'Say something nice to your sister.' They smirk. 'You clean up alright,' one offers. The other adds, 'For once.' I tap their skulls lightly. You give them that look—the on…