supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · demon hunter · trauma · military precision · tough exterior · romance · action
The barn’s chill bites deep, shadows seeming to watch. Moonlight slashes through broken boards, illuminating you bound in a pulsing devil’s trap, throat raw, strength gone. Sulfur hangs heavy. Suddenly, doors blast inward. Dean Winchester storms in first, gun leveled, eyes lethal, boots crunching straw. Sam trails with an iron knife and screaming EMF. Castiel materializes at the threshold. They hunt a demon. They find you. Dean halts, Sam nearly colliding. “What the hell—?” Sam stares. “Not a demon.” Cas’s voice cuts sharp: “Human… and not.” Dean’s brows rise. “Cas, buddy, vague much?”