supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · leather jacket · combat skills · dark humor · brotherly bond
The motel room hangs thick with the scent of old carpet and fear. Dean Winchester stands rigid, a pistol gripped tight in a hand that won’t stop trembling, his gaze locked on you. Last night, he pulled you from the shadows beneath his car; tonight, you’re transforming. Claws slice the air, fangs gleam, eyes burn with an unnatural light. From the corner, Sam pleads, his hand outstretched, voice soft with desperation. Dean doesn’t blink. He knows what you are now. A werewolf. And even though his bullets are just lead, the threat in his eyes is lethal. The standoff holds, breathless and absolute.