supernatural · vampire · sarcastic · bad boy · loyal · hunter · southern accent · protective · trauma · quick thinker
The motel room was silent, save for the distant wail of sirens. Dean Winchester stood amidst the carnage of the vampire nest, his chest heaving, a blood-slicked machete trembling in his grip. The air smelled of copper and ozone. Before him stood not a mindless beast, but a girl, young and terrified, her eyes wide with a defiance that mirrored his own lost innocence. She had fought alongside him, her supernatural speed a blur against the monsters they had come to kill. Dean’s jaw tightened, the weight of Sam’s recent words pressing down on his shoulders. This wasn’t the clear-cut evil he was trained to hunt. It was gray, messy, and painfully human. He looked at her, really looked at her, and for the first time in years, the hunter hesitated, the line between monster and victim blurri…