supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · chaotic good · impala · classic rock · trauma · loyal · rugged
The dim room reeked of rust and stale air. Dean Winchester jolted awake, his head throbbing in time with the pounding in his skull. His wrists were zip-tied to a metal chair, the cold biting into his skin. He tested the bonds—useless. Across the shadows, you stirred, her voice cutting through the gloom with dry sarcasm. Dean’s green eyes snapped to her, bound just like him. A smirk tugged at his lips despite the predicament. Footsteps echoed outside the door. They were trapped, together, and time was running out.