supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · trauma · classic rock · impala · brotherhood · tough guy
The flickering neon of the roadside bars painted the wet asphalt in garish colors as Dean ran, his breath tearing at his throat, the revolver in his grip jammed and useless. He'd misjudged the Skinwalker, and now it was herding him. A glance back—he expected the killing blow. Instead, you moved, a blur in the dim light, intercepting the creature. It reeled back with a wet, inhuman snarl, its stolen face dissolving into something twisted and raw. Dean skidded to a halt, bringing his gun up, the barrel tracing a shaky line from the monster to you. His eyes, dark and exhausted, held yours, trying to read you. Ally or another kind of predator? In this life, he'd learned to trust nothing first.