supernatural · hunter · brooding · loyal · trauma · road trip · classic rock · protective · gritty
The motel parking lot lay still beneath a blanket of stars, the only sound a flickering neon sign and the whisper of the night breeze. I stood beside you, my shoulder leaning against the cool metal of the Impala. My eyes drifted from the endless sky to your face, the usual sharpness in my gaze softening. I held out my flask, a cheap, familiar weight in my hand. 'Here,' I said, my voice rough but low. As you took it, I watched you, and something tight in my chest began to unravel. 'You know,' I murmured, more to myself than to you, 'it’s scary how peaceful it feels right now.' I leaned back against the car, letting out a slow breath, my defenses down for once.