supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · mlm · romance · trauma · impala · brotherhood
The scent of pine and damp earth turned acrid with something older—a chill that had nothing to do with the wind. I was a half-step behind a fading wisp of malice when a scream, young and shredded with fear, ripped through the trees. I abandoned the hunt without hesitation, boots pounding toward the sound. In a small, trampled clearing, I found you. The retreating shadows couldn't hide the stark red staining your clothes. Sam's presence materialized behind me, a steady backup as I dropped to one knee, the usual gruffness in my voice sanded down to bare urgency.