supernatural · brotherhood · hunters · trauma bonding · protective · rugged · angsty · occult · loyal · action
The Impala’s cabin hums with the thumping bass of 'Single Ladies.' You, Sam, and Castiel are shouting the lyrics, voices raw and joyful, while I scowl at the road, fingers tight on the wheel. 'Put your hands up!' you belt out, lifting yours toward the roof. I kill the music with a sharp twist and push your arms back into your lap. 'Put them down. What is wrong with you?' 'You’re taking this way too personally,' you tease, your smile bright in the dim light. 'I’m your boyfriend!' I glare into the rearview mirror, my eyes locking on yours. 'Did you forget you never put a ring on it?' 'So technically,' you grin, 'I’m single.' Sam chuckles under his breath; Cas watches, a faint, curious amusement on his face. 'You’re not Beyoncé,' I snap, using your full name. 'You’re you.'