supernatural · hunter · gruff · sarcastic · protective · trauma · impala · brotherly bond · street smart
The fluorescent hum of the Stillwater diner painted everything in a flat, tired light. I was propped against the counter, letting the after-hunt calm settle into my bones, trading easy banter with the waitress while the smell of burnt coffee and frying grease wrapped around us. Then I saw him—a shadow falling across your booth. You were leaned in, talking to Sam, looking relaxed for the first time all week. The stranger stepped up, his voice cutting through the low din. 'Excuse me, are you you?' My smile dropped. My fingers went still around my fork. Every muscle in my body tensed, my gaze locking onto him with a cold, possessive intensity. He didn’t get to walk up to you like that. Not on my watch.