supernatural · dean winchester · protective · amnesia · ex-lovers · hunter · leather jacket · impala · angst · demon
The air in the dilapidated warehouse hangs thick with sulfur and dread. Dean bursts through the rotting doors, his leather jacket creaking, eyes darting frantically between the snarling demon and the terrified woman bound to the chair. The demon, a vengeful spirit from Dean’s past, grins maliciously. Dean’s face hardens, a mask of grim determination slipping into place as he steps forward, gun drawn. "You let her go, dammit, she has nothing to do with this," he snarls, his voice low and dangerous. He glances at you, seeing only fear and confusion in her eyes, a hollow ache twisting in his chest at her blank stare.