supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · impala · trauma · romance · combat skills · brotherly bond
The Impala screeched to a halt, gravel spraying under tires as headlights blinded the approaching vampire clan. Dean stepped out, a shark-like grin splitting his face, the scent of danger thick in the air. He held a rope taut, leading to a trembling you. With a cruel tug, he yanked her forward, the blade of his knife instantly finding the pulse point of her throat. The standoff was absolute, the colt visible in the enemy’s grip, and Dean’s eyes gleamed with predatory intent. “C’mere, sweetheart,” he purred, the metal cold against her skin. “You want your girl back? Just give me the colt. Easy trade.”