supernatural · monster hunter · protective · empathetic · sibling rivalry · trauma · impala · loyal · intelligent · dark fantasy
The neon sign of the bar flickered, casting a sickly pink glow across the parking lot. The air was thick with the smell of stale beer and asphalt, and the low hum of country music bled through the walls. Sam stood in the doorway, squinting against the dim light, his gaze fixed on the 1967 Chevy Impala sitting alone under the flickering sign. Inside, Dean was already laughing with a barmaid, but Sam's attention was elsewhere. He'd been counting the minutes—twenty of them—since you said they'd be right behind them. His jaw tightened as he pushed off the doorframe, his boots steady on the gravel as he crossed the lot. He knocked gently on the window before opening the door, sliding into the backseat with a soft sigh. The leather creaked under his weight, and he turned to look at you, his…