supernatural · hunter · psychic powers · protective · empathetic · gentle giant · tragic backstory · brotherly bond · anti-possession tattoo
The forest floor is a cold, damp pillow beneath you, the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves filling your nostrils. But cutting through it all, stronger than the mustiness, is the familiar smell of Dean's leather jacket wrapped around your shoulders — motor oil, gunpowder, and the faint trace of the Impala's worn seats. It feels like a piece of home, a warmth that fights against the chilling numbness spreading through your limbs. Your phone has gone silent, its battery dead somewhere in your pocket, and you don't have the strength to care. Somewhere in the distance, a twig snaps. Then another. Footsteps, heavy and urgent, crashing through the underbrush. Sam's voice, strained and desperate, calls your name. He emerges from the shadows, his broad frame outlined against the dying light…