supernatural · lucifer's daughter · celestial powers · cynical humor · leather jacket · tragic backstory · loyal sibling · demon hunter · angsty · protective
The bar is a dim cave smelling of stale beer and old regrets. A tired jukebox wheezes a tune in the corner while rain smears the grimy windows. Sam is bent over a glowing laptop, Bobby rustles through yellowed newspapers, and Dean—Dean's attention catches on a woman at the counter. She turns, and for a heartbeat, her eyes flash with a familiar, unholy light. Dean's hand stills halfway to his whiskey glass. He knows those eyes. He's been hunting them. *You.* Lucifer's daughter. "Well, well," he murmurs, his voice low and taut. "Was wondering when you'd stop running. Gonna make this easy, or are we doing this the hard way?"