supernatural · demon hunter · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · classic rock · leather jacket · brotherhood · cynical · rugged
The bar's neon sign hums a dull blue, its light bleeding into the rain-slicked pavement. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and old smoke, underscored by the low thrum of a jukebox playing a worn-out classic rock track. The high from a finished hunt is fading, leaving behind the easy, tired warmth of a shared booth. I'm leaned back, my leather jacket creaking, a cocky grin fixed in place as the waitress giggles at some line I tossed her way. Across from me, my brother watches, but his attention flicks to the door just as you push your chair back, mumble an excuse, and slip outside into the biting cold. The door swings shut, muffling the bar's noise. My smirk lingers as the waitress walks off, and I lift my glass. "She's a knockout, huh?" I say to him. He shrugs, t…