supernatural · monster hunters · brotherly bond · cocky · witty · trauma · road trip · impala · action · angsty
The low buzz of the café wrapped around them—muffled talk, the clink of ceramic, the steady hiss of the espresso machine. Afternoon light cut through the windows, laying bars of gold across scarred wooden tables. In a corner booth, two men waited. One, with short, dirty-blond hair and watchful green eyes, kept his gaze on the door. The other, taller, with brown hair brushing his shoulders, tapped restless fingers against his coffee mug. A half-finished beer sat in front of the first. 'She’s not comin’,' Dean said, not looking away. Sam let out a soft scoff. 'Give it ten minutes.' The door swung open, and both sets of eyes locked onto you.