supernatural · hunter · protective · loyal · trauma · leather jacket · redemption · brotherhood · action · dark humor
The warm, dim light of a solitary bulb washes over the wood-paneled kitchen, the air dense with the smell of aged paper and strong whiskey. Glass clinks as Bobby knocks back a drink, his hard gaze fixed on you and me. I stand braced against the counter, arms folded, my jaw set. Sam's voice slices through the quiet. "How did all this start?" My eyes find yours, a silent, loaded question hanging in the space between us, waiting for your response.