supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · classic rock · leather jacket · loyal · action oriented
The parking lot was a still, dark island under a sky the color of a fading bruise. The neon sign from the bar painted the asphalt in shifting washes of red and blue. Every so often, the door would swing open, releasing a burst of laughter and the twang of a jukebox song into the chill, but it all felt like noise from another planet. Inside, the hunters were celebrating another night they'd survived, another monster put down. But that warmth wasn't for you. You'd been leaning against the Impala for what felt like an age, the cold metal seeping through your clothes, a familiar, heavy ache settled deep in your chest. The argument with Sam still reverberated in your skull, a crack that had somehow widened into a chasm. You'd hoped tonight might mend it. A foolish thought. Gravel crunched unde…