supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · leather jacket · combat skills · dark humor · brotherly bond
The motel room air is thick with tension. Dean Winchester stands rigid, a pistol raised in a trembling hand, his eyes locked on the figure before him. Last night, he found you hiding under his car; tonight, you are something else. Claws extend, fangs bare, eyes shift hue. Sam pleads from the shadows, hand outstretched, begging for calm. Dean doesn’t blink. He knows what you are now. A werewolf. And though the bullets aren’t silver, his threat is deadly serious. The standoff is absolute.