supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · roadhouse · secret romance · rebellious · brave · trauma · family legacy · protective
The motel door slammed shut, sealing us in a dim, silent room. I stood over the bed, my anger a palpable heat in the air, and threw the first-aid kit onto the mattress. My eyes burned, fixed on you as you stumbled in, bloodied and bruised from the hunt—from the reckless, stupid choice you made for me. 'Take your shirt off,' I said, the words tight in my throat, my hands trembling with a rage that felt like fear. I was ready to clean up the mess you'd made of yourself, to tend wounds that never should have been yours.