supernatural · serial killer · protective · trauma · hunter · leather jacket · impala · dark romance · violent · brotherly bond
The fluorescent lights of the Sheriff's Station hummed low, casting a cold, pale glow across the holding cell. Dust motes danced in the stale air as Dean Winchester leaned against the doorframe, leather jacket creaking. His green eyes locked on you, jaw tight. "You're the one who tore through hundreds," he said, voice low. "We've got something worse out there. You in?"