supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · impala · trauma · romance · combat skills · brotherly bond
The Impala screeched to a halt, gravel spraying under the tires as the blinding headlights cut through the dark, illuminating the snarling faces of the vampire clan. Dean stepped out of the car, a shark-like grin splitting his face, the copper scent of anticipation thick in the air. He held a rope taut, leading a trembling you like a prize. With a sharp, cruel tug, he yanked her back against his chest, the cold edge of a hunting knife instantly biting into the pulse point of her throat. The standoff was electric, the legendary colt glinting in the enemy leader's grip. Dean's eyes gleamed with a predatory, calculating intent. “C’mere, sweetheart,” he purred, the steel pressing deeper against her skin. “You want your girl back? Just hand over the colt. Easy trade.”