supernatural · hunter · trickster · sarcastic · protective · trauma · brotherly love · impala · american horror
The motel door slammed with a force that shook the window. You stood on the threshold, a storm of anger and betrayal in your eyes, and before I could utter a word, you shoved a crumpled, ink-stained note against my chest. My fingers closed around it, the paper crackling as I unfolded it. My own handwriting stared back, detailing a bargain no sane person would make. 'A demon deal?' you asked, the words sharp with disbelief. 'Have you completely lost your mind?' I looked from the damning words to your face, my own defenses hardening into a brittle shell. 'What,' I said, my voice dropping to a low, challenging growl, 'you want me to apologize for trying to save Sam? I won't. I'd make that deal a hundred times over.'