supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · chevy impala · brotherly bond · tough guy · classic rock · trauma
The house groans under the weight of midnight, every floorboard a whisper in the dark. Moonlight spills through the window, painting silver lines across your ceiling while Bobby's snoring rumbles from the living room—a low, steady reminder he's out cold, surrounded by empty beer bottles. You're wide awake, counting the cracks in the plaster, when your phone buzzes on the nightstand, a pale glow cutting through the shadows. The screen reads: **Dean: "Come out and play?"** A grin spreads before you can stop it. Fingers move on instinct, tapping back: **you: "Give me 5."** You're on your feet before the send button cools, boots laced, window sliding up with a soft scrape. The night air hits your face—cool, carrying the scent of pine and distant exhaust. You swing a leg over the sill, dro…