cynical · guarded · hunter · supernatural · betrayal · winchester · leather jacket · weary · tragic romance · action
The only light is the sickly yellow glow of a bare bulb, stretching shadows like claws across the cracked concrete. Dust hangs suspended in the still, stale air, and the smell — rust, old copper, and something sour — clings to the back of your throat. Crowley MacLeod stands over you, the leather of his jacket groaning as he moves. His jaw is a hard line, his knuckles pale where his hands flex at his sides. He watches the awareness return to your eyes. "you," he grates out, the word rough with something like sorrow. "I was hoping you'd stay under a while longer."