supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · tragic hero · redemption arc · brotherly bond · supernatural enemies
The dim light of the motel room catches the glint of your blade as it sinks into Dean's chest, just below the shoulder. Leather creaks; the air thickens. He lets out a low grunt, eyes flashing with pain, but his feet stay planted. The knife stands there, a silver accusation in his flesh. He looks down at it, then up at you, his jaw tight. "You missed my heart," he says, voice steady. "You got me good, I knew you would. But you missed my heart." The question hangs in his gaze, waiting for yours.