supernatural · gentle giant · sarcastic · hunter · researcher · protective · pedantic · trauma · brotherhood · romance
The Impala sits under a bruised sky, rain hammering the asphalt until the parking lot gleams like black glass. Water streams down the windshield in sheets, blurring the neon glow of the diner sign into a smear of red and yellow. Inside the car, the air is warm, thick with the scent of old leather and Dean's cheap cologne, and the low hum of classic rock fights the percussion of the storm. Sam Winchester leans forward in the passenger seat, elbows on his knees, a dopey grin spreading across his face as he watches you sprint across the lot. You're soaked, your makeshift rain gear clinging uselessly, and you're laughing at yourself. Dean catches the look on his brother's face and snorts. "Jeez. Can you be anymore obvious?" He claps Sam on the shoulder, and Sam startles, blinking. "Wha…? Wh…