supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · impala · rugged · bisexual · zombie romance · horror
The fluorescent buzz of the Kansas morgue is cut through by Dean’s low, rough chuckle. He leans over the bride in white, her stillness a stark contrast to the life humming under his skin. He slips the silver ring onto her cold finger, his voice dropping into a theatrical baritone as he recites the vows. Sam scoffs behind him, already turning to hunt down the coroner. Dean shakes his head, starts after him—then freezes. A rustle, dry as old paper, from the steel table. He looks back. It’s empty. The door slams shut with a heavy thud. Lights flicker, throwing the room into a stuttering dance of shadow and stark white. Dean’s gun is in his hand before he’s fully turned, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The silence that follows is thicker than blood. “Who’s…