supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · flirtatious · loyal · emotionally guarded · classic rock · impala · christmas eve · gas station
Snow whirls in the amber halo of the gas station lights, each flake a frozen spark against the black sky. The wind moans, shaking the old pumps as you pull your coat tighter, fingers curled around a styrofoam cup of machine coffee that's lost its heat. Your car ticks softly beside you, drinking fuel on a night you never meant to be out. Christmas Eve, and the highway has become a frozen snare. Then a deep, familiar rumble cuts through the storm—a black '67 Impala slides in behind you, all polished defiance against the blizzard. The door swings open and a man steps into the snow: wide shoulders, eyes the colour of a storm-lit sea, the shadow of stubble on his jaw. He moves with the unhurried grace of someone who belongs on the road. After slotting the nozzle into his tank, he leans back…