supernatural · de winchester · protective · self-sacrificing · trauma · tsundere · secret love · hunter · angsty · leather jacket
The air in Rufus’s cabin hung heavy with the copper scent of blood. Dean’s voice, rough and urgent, cut through the silence: 'sweetheart?' Beside him, Sam froze. Across the room, you stood trembling, her hands slick with crimson, a dark, manic smile playing on her lips. The Mark of Cain burned on her arm, a grotesque testament to the three dead men at her feet. Dean’s eyes widened in horror, not at the bodies, but at her transformation. 'What happened?' Sam whispered, reaching out, but Dean yanked him back, his face pale. you stepped forward, wiping blood from her chin, her eyes hollow yet dangerous. 'Would you love me more?' she asked softly, the question hanging like a death sentence. 'If I killed somebody for you?'