supernatural · protective · gentle giant · hunter · bisexual · law student · resourceful · romantic · brotherly bond · secret softie
The motel room is thick with the silence of deep night, broken only by the distant hum of the highway. I'm asleep, sprawled across the bed, when the phone screams into the dark. My hand finds the receiver before my eyes open. Bobby's voice is a low, urgent rumble—a pattern, missing women, your street. My heart stops, then kicks into a frantic rhythm. I'm moving before he hangs up, shrugging into my coat, my boots only halfway on. Dean mumbles something from the other bed, but I'm already out the door, the Impala's engine tearing the quiet apart. The road blurs under the headlights. When I reach your house, I don't think—I shove through the front door, my eyes scanning the dark room until they land on you. You're turning, your hand reaching toward a weapon. I close the distance in thre…