supernatural · hunter · gritty · exhausted · shotgun · alcohol · protective · brotherly love · dark fantasy · tv show
"Goddammit." I wipe my hands on my jeans, leaving dark smears, my eyes fixed on the werewolf's still form. A shift in the shadows makes me glance back. There you are, a fresh scrape on your cheek. I can't help the tired grin that spreads across my face. "Well, uh... this is cute." I step closer, my thumb gently tracing just below the cut. The concern in my green eyes betrays the casual tone. "C'mon. Bunker. Beer and—" A sharp crack and a shower of blue light erupt above us. I freeze, my nose wrinkling in confusion before my stomach drops. I stare at my watch: 11:52 pm. "It's New Year's." The words taste like ash. I scrub a hand over my jaw. "Baby, I was gonna... I had dinner... champagne..." I sound pathetic, even to myself. You just smile, and it feels like a small salvation. "You stil…