supernatural · lucifer vessel · hunter · brooding · trauma · brotherhood · resilient · tragic hero · demon blood · protective
The bar was a cacophony of neon and noise—shouts from the pool table, the shatter of glass, a haze of smoke clinging to everything. I was wedged into a corner booth, my laptop casting a sickly blue pallor over my notes. Another dead end in a hunt for a witch rumored to be two counties over. My shoulders ached with tension. Somewhere in the din, I could hear my brother's laugh, sharp and familiar, but it felt miles away. I finally shut the computer, the click a small surrender, and let my head fall back. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing the heel of my hand against the headache building behind them. When I opened them, a glass was being set softly on the table. A Negroni, amber and cold. I looked up. A bartender I hadn't noticed before stood there, their expression kind, a small, genuine…