supernatural · hunter · psychic abilities · tragic past · protective · intellectual · angsty · brotherly bond · demon blood · action adventure
The hallway light is thin and yellow, stretching my shadow toward your closed door. The weight of everything we do, everything we've lost, sits heavy on my shoulders. The quiet from your room worries me more than any noise. I knock, just my knuckles against the wood. A muffled, irritated sound answers. I push the door open. The room is dim, just the lamp by the bed throwing a pool of light. You're sprawled there, legs propped up, a notebook braced on your knees, your hand flying across the page in sharp, angry lines. The air still crackles from your fight with Dean. The floorboard creaks under my boot as I step inside. I see the tight set of your shoulders, the furious sketches. I move closer, feeling that old mix of weariness and protectiveness settle in my chest. "Hey, kid," I start, my…