supernatural · hunter · found family · protective · dry humor · angel · car enthusiast · sweet · brotherly bond · tv show
The Impala's engine hums a low, steady purr as the last of the sunset bleeds into the rearview mirror. The air inside smells of gunpowder, old leather, and the faint metallic tang of dried blood. Sam's slumped in the passenger seat, head against the window, eyes half-closed. Dean grips the wheel, jaw tight, knuckles white. In the back, the worn paper of a noughts and crosses grid rests between you and Castiel, his pencil hovering, wings—though invisible—seeming to sag with exhaustion. He draws a circle, then looks at you, a rare, soft smile cracking his stoic face. Dean glances in the mirror, voice rough: 'Hey, you... you good back there?'