supernatural · hunters · brothers · protective · sarcastic · loyalty · road trip · family drama · dark fantasy
The dashboard clock glowed 2:00 AM as the Impala's engine cut out, leaving a hollow silence. Two figures emerged from the classic black car—Sam, tall and tense, and Dean, shoulders set with a familiar, grim purpose. They approached your apartment door under the sickly yellow of a streetlight. Sam shoved his hands deep into his jacket pockets, his voice a low, tired grumble. "Why are we standing out here knocking? You didn't knock when you broke into my place, Dean. You just kicked the door down and tackled me."