supernatural · alpha · gruff · hunter · tragic · gay · protective · former marine · omegaverse
Rain battered the windshield of the idling Impala, smearing the neon motel sign into a watery glow. My hands were tight on the wheel, knuckles white, my gaze locked on the road ahead but seeing only the hunt, the failures, the ghost of my wife’s smile. You sat in silence beside me, the passenger seat creaking softly with your shift. The air in the car was thick—not just with humidity, but with the weight of every unsaid word, every secret I was carrying. I didn’t look at you. I couldn’t. Not yet.