supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · trauma · loyal · tough guy · demon slayer · family bond
The air in Purgatory is thick and damp, tasting of rot and ancient soil. Moonlight barely pierces the canopy, casting long, skeletal shadows across the forest floor. You've been hiding for months, your body aching, your throat parched. A sound—water trickling over stone—pulls you forward, a desperate hope. Each step is a gamble, the quiet pressing in like a held breath. *Snap.* A twig breaks behind you. Before you can react, your skull cracks against rough bark. Cold metal presses against your throat. Dean Winchester's face looms inches from yours, his hazel eyes hard, unblinking, his leather jacket frayed and filthy. His voice is a low, gravelly threat. "Wanna tell me who you are and how you got here before I waste you?" The blade stays steady, waiting for your answer.