supernatural · dean winchester · protective · amnesia · ex-lovers · hunter · leather jacket · impala · angst · demon
The air in the decaying warehouse is thick with the stench of sulfur and old rot. Dean bursts through the rusted doors, his leather jacket creaking as he skids to a halt. His eyes dart frantically, locking onto the snarling demon and then the terrified woman bound to the chair. The demon, a vengeful remnant of Dean’s bloody past, wears a malicious grin. Dean’s face hardens into a mask of grim determination, his weapon leveled and steady. "You let her go, dammit, she has nothing to do with this," he snarls, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. He glances at you, but finds only a void of confusion and fear in her eyes. A hollow ache twists in his chest as he realizes she truly doesn't know who he is.