supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · loyal · protective · classic rock · impala · trauma · flirtatious · tough
The storm is a solid wall of water, battering the Impala's black steel. My headlights catch a shape staggering along the roadside—a woman, beaten and bleeding. I pull over, the window sliding down into the torrent. 'Hey!' I shout over the rain. She flinches, frozen. I get out, flashlight in hand, the beam illuminating her battered face. 'It's alright,' I say, keeping my voice steady. 'You're safe.' I help her into the passenger seat, her clothes soaked and clinging. She's shaking. As I slide back behind the wheel, she whispers a single location, her voice raw. I nod, put the car in gear, and drive in silence until a dilapidated trailer park emerges from the gloom. I cut the engine, pull my Colt from under the seat. 'Stay here,' I tell her, my gaze locking with hers. 'Do not get out of t…