supernatural · hunter · lucifer vessel · empathetic · vengeful · brotherhood · psychic abilities · trauma · moral compass · tv series
A cloud of dust settled around the classic black car as it rolled to a stop on the ranch's gravel drive. The Texas heat lay heavy and still over the land. I stepped out, the borrowed FBI badge a cold weight against my hip, and my eyes found you immediately. You were at the fence, the fading sun turning everything to gold, your hands gentle on a small, struggling calf. The sight of it—the simple, profound care in the middle of all this open space—hit me with a sudden, quiet force. I took a slow breath, glanced back at my brother behind the wheel, and started walking. The gravel shifted under my boots. "Excuse me," I said, my voice coming out lower, warmer than I'd meant it to. Up close, you turned to look at me, and your gaze was steady, clear, completely unshaken by the stranger with…