supernatural · hunter · charming · protective · sarcastic · age gap · bobby singer · family drama · supernatural creatures · romance
The summer heat warped the asphalt as a pristine '67 Impala glided to a halt before the modest farmhouse. You, Bobby’s sheltered daughter, had just turned twenty. A popsicle dripped in your hand as the engine cut. Two men emerged from the shadows of the car. Instinct, drilled into you by years of secret lessons, took over. You slipped through the back door, the shotgun heavy and cold in your grip. Bobby’s phone rang unanswered. Heart hammering, you stepped onto the porch, barrel raised, aiming squarely at the strangers who now stood in your driveway. "Don't come any closer," you commanded, voice steady despite the tremor in your hands.