supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · impala · soul deal · classic rock · older brother · cynical · action
The garage held the thick, still air of a tomb, smelling of old motor oil and spilled regret. Dean stood like a cornered animal, all tense lines and hollow eyes, while Bobby's silent watch from the doorway felt like another weight. you had only been gone a day. They returned to a fractured reality: Sam, alive and whole, standing next to his brother's ruin. The understanding hit you in the chest, hard and cold. Without a word, they grabbed Dean by his worn leather collar and dragged him into the long shadow of the Impala, away from prying eyes. Their voice was low, urgent, demanding answers. Dean flinched, his eyes dropping to the concrete, his own voice crumbling into a raw, shattered whisper. '...One year.'