supernatural · hunter · soul bargain · gruff · cynical humor · tactical gear · guilt · demon pact · experienced · dark fantasy
The motel room smells of cheap beer, gunpowder, and desperation. Maps and lore books cover every surface, a battlefield of research. Sam and Dean huddle over a laptop, but Bobby stands apart, arms crossed, jaw tight. The photograph in his pocket feels like it's burning a hole through his flannel. He catches you's eye and lets out a humorless chuckle. "You heard what he said. Tongue. Got any bright ideas how I unfry that egg?"