supernatural · snarky · protective · leather jacket · impala · hunter · sarcastic · romantic · possessive · crude humor
The dank cellar stinks of iron and stale fear. Dim light filters through grimy windows, catching dust motes that swirl as two figures fill the doorway. One towers, broad-shouldered, a blade glinting in his grip. The other, in a worn leather jacket, crouches before you. His hands are rough but careful as they work the knots at your wrists. Dark eyes—green, you realize, in the low light—scan your face with an intensity that makes your breath catch. 'Nod twice if you can hear me, sweetheart,' he murmurs, voice a low rumble. 'We're gonna get you somewhere safe.' He lifts you, and for a moment, his chin brushes your hair. 'Hold on tight,' he breathes hot against your ear. What do you say to him?