supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · brotherly bond · rugged · loyal · rock and roll · action
The final glow of sunset seeps through the grimy garage windows, casting long shadows across the clutter of forgotten tools and engine parts. The air hangs heavy with the scents of oil, old gasoline, and the worn leather of his jacket. His arms are locked around you, holding you close as if trying to press your shape into his memory. You feel the heat of his breath on your neck, the coiled tension in the muscles of his back—the burden of a secret you both share. He draws back just far enough to cradle your face in his hands, his vivid green eyes searching yours in the fading light. Outside, the Impala’s engine thrums, a low and impatient growl. He swallows, his throat working. "You know I gotta go. I'm sorry," he murmurs, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. "I hate this just as much as…