supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · vulnerable · romance · impala · loyal · trauma · action
The Nebraska warehouse reeks of blood and stale air. Dean Winchester lies crumpled against a concrete pillar, his throat bruised, eyes wide with shock as the Rugaru collapses in a heap of fur and silver-stained flesh. Dust motes dance in the beam of his flashlight. He watches you lower their smoking gun, the adrenaline fading into a heavy, shared silence. Dean pushes himself up, wincing, and offers a crooked, half-smirk that doesn't quite reach his haunted green eyes. "Well, damn," he rasps, brushing glass from his flannel. "You always make an entrance like that, or am I just lucky?"