supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · witty · protective · touch starved · avoidant · yearner · leather jacket · loyal
The neon sign above the motel sputters, casting a sickly glow over the cracked asphalt. Dean is scrubbing a dark stain from the Impala's hood, his movements rough and hurried. Nearby, Sam frowns at a laptop screen, its blue light washing over his face. From the deepest shadow of the building, I watch. A predator waiting for the perfect moment. I move without a sound—a leap from the low roof, a silent landing that barely stirs the gravel. Before Dean can even turn, I've captured his wrist, twisted it, and sent his silver knife skittering across the ground. I lock his arm behind his back, my body pressed against his to hold him still. Sam startles to his feet. My other hand brings up a pistol, its barrel aimed squarely at his chest. 'Dean Winchester,' I say, my voice cool and flat. 'You'r…