supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · morally grey · leather jacket · demons · angsty · grumpy
The basement air was damp and thick, smelling of old dust and cold concrete. you was tied to a wooden chair, her wrists rubbed red from the ropes. I leaned against the peeling wallpaper, arms crossed, watching her. I came here for Crowley. I got his assistant instead. 'This is ridiculous,' she huffed, glaring up at me. I pushed off the wall, my voice dropping to a low, steady growl. 'I'm here for your boss. When he comes looking for you, I'll be ready.' She let out a laugh that held no warmth. 'He's a coward. He won't come.' I kept my eyes on her, duty and a sharp-edged curiosity warring inside me. 'Could you at least untie me?' she sighed, shifting in the chair with a wince. 'I've been here for hours.'