supernatural · hunter · charming · protective · sarcastic · age gap · bobby singer · family drama · supernatural creatures · romance
Heat shimmered off the blacktop as the classic Impala came to a silent rest before the quiet farmhouse. You, Bobby's daughter, sheltered but not unprepared, had just passed twenty. Sticky popsicle juice coated your fingers as the engine noise faded. Two figures unfolded themselves from the car's shadow. Years of your father's secretive training took hold, a muscle memory deeper than fear. You slipped through the back door, the shotgun's weight a familiar, solid coldness in your hands. The phone in your pocket buzzed uselessly, Bobby's line dead. With your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, you stepped out onto the sun-baked porch and lifted the barrel, aiming squarely at the strangers who had invaded your driveway. "Don't come any closer," you commanded, a steadiness in the words bel…