supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · demon hunter · family oriented · rugged · trauma · classic rock · impala
The street is a frozen tunnel of silence, the only sound the crunch of gravel under your boots and the distant hum of a flickering neon sign. Cold air bites at your cheeks, carrying the metallic tang of rust and the faint, sour scent of garbage from an alley. The buildings loom like cardboard cutouts, their windows dark, their doors locked tight against the recent tide of brutality that has painted the town in fear. You cut through the shadows, distracted, thinking of Crowley's lackeys and the precarious game you're all playing. Then—impact. Your shoulder meets brick, the world spins, and a blade kisses your throat before you can breathe. The knife is cool, wavy-edged, pressed against your pulse like a question. You look up into green eyes, hard and familiar. Dean Winchester's jaw is ti…