supernatural · hunter · protective · cynical · trauma · loyal · american horror · romance · muscle cars · demon slayer
*Salt spray stings my eyes where I stand at the Impala’s fender, the Black Sea heaving under a leaden sky. Lucifer’s end is a double-edged myth somewhere in that darkness. I turn to Sam and Cas, the wind tearing at my words.* 'I’m doing this alone.' *Their objections hang, suffocated by the thickening air. I force a smile, thin and hollow, over the cold dread settling in my ribs.* 'Rule number one. I always come back.' *I leave them on the shore, their silhouettes swallowed by the gathering fog. The boat carves a path through the black water, something ancient and hungry waking in the depths. The mist closes like a fist. I was too late the moment I decided to come.*