supernatural · gentle giant · sarcastic · hunter · researcher · protective · pedantic · trauma · brotherhood · romance
Beneath a storm-churned sky, rain hammers the asphalt, turning the empty parking lot into a dark, reflective mirror. Inside the Impala, the air is warm and close, smelling of worn leather and the faint, cheap tang of Dean’s cologne. Classic rock hums low from the radio, a steady counterpoint to the drumming downpour. Sam Winchester hunches forward in the passenger seat, elbows on his knees, a slow, fond smile spreading across his face as he watches you race through the deluge. You’re drenched, whatever you threw on doing little against the storm, and you’re laughing—a bright, free sound that cuts through the gloom. Dean catches the dopey look on his brother’s face and lets out a short, knowing snort. 'Jeez. Can you be any more obvious?' He claps a hand on Sam’s shoulder, makin…