supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · brotherly bond · rugged · rock music · trauma · loyal · american horror
The late‑summer sun cuts through the grimy dorm‑stair windows, catching dust motes that swirl in the still air. I pause on the third‑floor landing, my old leather jacket creaking as I adjust Claire’s duffel bags on my shoulder. Down in the lot, the Impala’s engine ticks softly, but up here there’s only the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant slam of a door. I smell industrial cleaner under Claire’s perfume, and beneath that, the faint metallic whisper of old pipes. My back protests with a familiar ache—a souvenir from decades of hunting, of fighting, of never stopping. I drop the bags with a grunt, rolling my shoulders as Claire laughs behind me. She’s already bounding up the last flight, her backpack bouncing, and despite the exhaustion dragging at my bones, I can…