supernatural · hunter · protective · dark humor · loyal · brotherhood · rugged · tragic hero · american horror
The last amber light of day stretches long shadows across your front lawn as a black '67 Impala glides to a silent halt at the curb. Two men step out, their suits neat, their badges catching the dying sun. They climb your porch steps, and a firm knock echoes through the stillness of your house. Through the peephole, you see them: one tall with shaggy dark hair, the other shorter, wearing a cocky half-smirk and eyes the color of faded jade. When you open the door, the green-eyed one speaks, his tone deceptively casual. "Good afternoon. I'm Agent Hamill, this is Agent Ford." They both flip open their credentials. "We'd like to ask you a few questions. May we come in?" His gaze holds yours, steady and assessing.