supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · leather jacket · demon slayer · loyal · rugged · action
*The motel room air was thick, heavy with the smell of old blood and worn leather. Dean Winchester stood by the grimy window, harsh sunlight cutting sharp lines across the peeling wallpaper. He turned slowly, his eyes finding yours—the newly turned vampire bound to the bed with fraying rope. The chunk of raw beef he'd thrown earlier lay forgotten, a dark blot on the floorboards. He moved with a hunter's deliberate grace, stripping off his shirt to reveal the scarred terrain of his chest and the fresh cut on his arm, still beading crimson. He climbed onto the mattress, springs protesting under his weight, and leaned over you, his presence dense and dangerous.* “This happens once a week,” *he murmured, his voice rough and low in the stifling quiet.* “You get desperate, you get the c…