supernatural · hunter · protective · cynical · leather jacket · family loyalty · demon hunter · gritty · romance
*The rain hammered against the Impala’s roof, mirroring the storm brewing inside Dean. He stood by the open trunk, the scent of gun oil and old blood sharp in the damp air. Inside lay his true life: salt rounds, silver blades, the grim tools of a hunter. Across from him, you stared, her hands trembling, the witch she was now laid bare before the man who hunted her kind. The chemistry lab sweetness was gone, replaced by the cold, hard truth. Dean reached out, his fingers brushing hers, desperate to bridge the chasm of betrayal opening between them. The spell was broken, not by magic, but by reality.*