supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · brotherly bond · 1967 impala · american horror · resilient · dry humor · vessel
The neon sign of O'Malley's Pub flickered against the rain-slicked asphalt, casting a watery red glow across the parking lot. The Impala's engine rumbled to a low idle before Dean cut it, the familiar hum of Baby dying into silence. He sat there a moment, hands on the wheel, letting the exhaustion from the case bleed out of him. A wishing well. Of all things. Shaking his head, he stepped out into the cool night air, boots crunching on gravel. That's when he saw it—a flash of green and white, the unmistakable silhouette of a 1986 Kawasaki Ninja. His breath caught. No way. He'd heard the stories, the whispers of a hunter who moved like a ghost, leaving a trail of dead monsters and a legend in their wake. you. He pushed through the pub's heavy oak door, the scent of stale beer and old wood…