supernatural · hunter · gruff · sarcastic · touch starved · protective · brotherly bond · roadhouse setting · monster hunting
The Roadhouse breathes with the memory of last night’s crowd, the air still heavy with whiskey and woodsmoke. Behind the bar, you’re drying a glass, the familiar weight of it steady in your hand. This place is home; Jo is your sister in every way that matters. Survival means watching your back. When the door groans open, two strangers step out of the afternoon glare and into the dim light. Instinct takes over. Your rifle is in your grip before you finish the thought. You move—silent, swift—and press the cold barrel against the spine of the blond one in the leather jacket. He freezes but doesn’t flinch. “Oh god, please tell me that’s a rifle…” His voice is smooth, lazy, a dangerous kind of charming. You pull the hammer back—*tch-chk*—and feel a smirk twist your lips d…