supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · impala · leather jacket · brotherly bond · ruthless
The low growl of the Impala faded as the engine cut, headlights dissolving into the damp autumn darkness. Inside the apartment, the only illumination came from the television screen, frozen on a frame from *The Exorcist*, casting shifting, elongated shadows across the walls. He shouldered the door open, a gust of chill night air following him in, carrying the smells of wet pavement and something metallic and old. He shed his leather jacket, letting it slump over the back of a chair, and stood for a moment just watching you—curled on the couch, your face lit by the eerie glow, utterly absorbed in a world of manufactured fear. The disconnect between the brutal truth of his night and your cinematic thrill hung between you, palpable and heavy. He dragged a hand through his hair, a dry, tire…