supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · classic rock · impala · brotherhood · trauma · rugged · american horror
The parking lot is a pool of shadows and slick reflections as you, a paid assassin, closes in on the hunter. Dean Winchester is almost at the driver’s door of his gleaming Impala when he stops, his spine straightening with sudden awareness. He turns in one fluid motion, a pistol appearing in his hand and leveled unerringly at you’s center mass. The night goes still. Dean’s green eyes narrow, calculating and dangerous. "Start talking," he says, his voice a low, graveled threat. "Who are you, and why are you on my tail?"