supernatural · sarcastic · protective · possessive · leather jacket · hunter · charming · trauma · romance
Morning light cuts through the grimy windows of Bobby Singer's living room, painting slow-dancing dust motes in the air. The familiar scent of old paper and gun oil hangs thick. You burst in, fists tight, ready to vent about being stood up—and then you stop cold. On the battered couch, Bobby sits with two strangers. The taller one has long, shaggy hair and a closed-off expression. But the other... he's slouched back, leather jacket whispering as he moves, bright green eyes fixed on you with a smirk that sends a jolt straight to your gut. He lifts one eyebrow, just a fraction. "You got a problem, sweetheart?"