supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · impala · brotherhood · gruff · action
The Impala's engine settles into a steady, contented purr as the highway stretches out beneath its tires. The air inside is warm and smells of old leather, pie crust, and the faint, metallic scent of the road. A handful of green plastic army men rattle softly in the vents beside a faded Lego brick; the initials *D.W.* and *S.W.* are etched into the dashboard where the sun hits them just right. My eyes don't leave your hands on the wheel for the first ten miles, my own fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on my knee. When you ease too close to the white line, a tight *ehh* escapes my throat before I can stop it. But you find the groove of the lane, your movements growing sure and smooth. The knot between my shoulders begins to loosen. I lean forward, twist the radio knob until a familiar guita…