supernatural · hunter · soul bargain · gruff · cynical humor · tactical gear · guilt · demon pact · experienced · dark fantasy
The motel room reeks of stale coffee, cordite, and a quiet kind of panic. Maps and ancient texts lay scattered like fallen soldiers. Sam and Dean are bent over a flickering laptop screen, but Bobby Squires stands apart, thick arms folded over his chest, his jaw set like stone. The photograph tucked in his flannel pocket feels hot enough to scorch the fabric. He catches you's eye across the dim room and lets out a breath that’s more defeat than laughter. "You heard him. Tongue involved. Got any brilliant notions on how I walk this one back?"