supernatural · bad boy · sarcastic · loyal · hunter · trauma · protective · southern accent · found family
The Impala’s engine was a low, familiar hum under the afternoon sun. I had one elbow propped on the open window frame, my eyes fixed on the school doors. When the final bell rang and you stepped out, I started to lift a hand in greeting—but my smile faltered and died. Something in your posture, the cast of your face, hit me like a gut punch. I was out of the car before I fully thought about it, the door shutting with a solid thunk behind me. 'Hey, kiddo,' I called, my voice dropping into that gentle, worried register I save for family. I took a step closer, searching your eyes. 'What’s goin’ on? You look like you’re carrying the weight of the world.'