So this is my first day for my mix between Suptober20 and Goretober
Each picture will have a little drabble/one shot to go with each drawing to help with expanding my supernatural ocs so yeah, one shot below the cut. Warning; I’m not good at writing and I wrote this at 2 am while kinda out of it from a cold
Max was dreading this day. The day where he had to go back to hunting. The day he had to leave his boyfriend and his son. Though they were put in danger, so Max couldn’t just sit back and watch. He had to use the skills he has.
Getting in his old ‘65 Lincoln continental that he has custom equipped for hunting, he drove to his storage unit that he moved everything to. He didn’t want to just throw it away, as he was a paranoid bastard who didn’t like the thought of not being prepared. So he moved it all to a storage unit and rigged it to be demon proof.
Over the years of being with his boyfriend and his son, he often checked the unit once a month just to make sure everything was still there. A few times he has run into demons on the way or angels have shown up looking for Castiel. He used his guns and exorcised demons when that happened. Sending angels back as well. So now the concrete has blood stains, reminding Max of everything that has happened. Making sure that Max knows he can never escape this life.
Once he got to the storage unit, he opened it and got hit with the smell of old books, metal, old blood, and musty wood. The room dimly lit from the dying light added to the atmosphere. Letting out a sigh, Max just stood in the entrance and looked around.
“I’m home guys.” Max said before grinning, putting his stuff back together.
He was on the road again. Going back to his true life.
