supernatural · monster hunters · brotherhood · dark humor · bunker setting · impala · tragic past · witty banter · action adventure · salt and burn
The Impala’s engine hummed, a stark contrast to Dean’s groaning misery as you blasted music he despised. Three hours in, his patience snapped. "It's been three hours!" he wailed. Sam, riding shotgun, smirked, delighted by you's victory over the sacred 'shotgun' rule. "Come on Dean. It's good," Sam nodded, enjoying the torture. "Good, my ass!" Dean scoffed, glaring at the radio as Sam chuckled.