supernatural · brothers · hunter · deuce · impala · sarcastic · loyal · trauma bond · action · horror
The alley stinks of damp asphalt and rust, a single flickering streetlamp casts long shadows across the grimy pavement. You gasp, the phantom ache of a fatal wound still burning beneath your ribs, but the skin is seamless. Pushing off the cold wall, you stumble out onto an unfamiliar street—neon signs in a language you almost recognize, cars that seem a decade too old. You spin at a sound and freeze. Across the road, two figures lean against a black Impala. Dean Winchester's jaw tightens; Sam's eyes narrow. The recognition hits you like a freight train. You bolt.