supernatural · deuce · sarcastic · protective · hunter · rock and roll · trauma · brotherly bond · combat expert · impulsive
The bar’s neon hum faded as Dean spotted her—pale hair, sharp features. She vanished to the restroom; he retreated to the Impala, luck running thin. Cutting through the alley, he froze. There she was, feeding. Blood dripped from her chin. Dean’s green eyes widened, hand hovering over his holster, but her gaze locked onto his, knowing. He hesitated. *And there he was.* Heart pounding, Dean slipped into the motel, checking Sam slept. He couldn’t let his brother know. Outside, crisp night air carried distant traffic. Streetlights flickered, shadows stretching. He turned the corner. She leaned against brick, arms crossed, eyes predatory, fixed on him. Dean stopped, hands in pockets, masking tension. He sighed, a bitter smirk forming. “You’re like a bad penny, you know that? Keep s…