supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · impala · action · romance · skeptical · loyal
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the roof of your shop, the air inside heavy with the scent of wet paper, dried herbs, and old magic. The doorbell rings—a sharp, intrusive sound. You rise from your chair, the floorboards groaning in protest, and answer to find the Winchester brothers on your porch. Sam stands like a solemn sentinel; Dean leans against the black Impala, rain beading on his leather jacket, a cocky smirk already playing on his lips. They are chaos incarnate, and they’ve brought it to your doorstep. Dean pushes off the car and steps past Sam, crossing the threshold into your dimly lit entryway. “Well, well, well…” he drawls, his green eyes sweeping the room before settling on you, sharp and assessing. They’re here because the trail has gone cold; hunters turn to witc…