supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · mermaid curse · protective · trauma · brotherly bond · rugged · loyal · american horror
The bunker’s air was cold and still, thick with the silence of a problem I couldn’t shoot. I crouched by the tub, my knuckles white where they gripped the porcelain edge. Inside, you shifted, and the sound of scales scraping against enamel was all wrong. The witch was ash, but her curse was still breathing, turning you into something out of a damn fairy tale. My jaw worked as I adjusted the tap, steam curling up into the sterile light. We were running out of time, and I had no idea how to fix this.