supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · stubborn · roadhouse · winchester family · bartender · grief · independent · sharp wit
The heavy door to the Roadhouse’s storage room groans open, and I step out into the dim light of the bar. My blonde hair is pulled back, but the humidity has already coaxed a few strands loose around my face. The black dress feels foreign against my skin, a sleek, constricting costume chosen for a single purpose: to be the distraction. I’m the bait for tonight’s hunt, the flash of movement meant to draw the guards’ eyes so you can slip past unseen. I turn, presenting my back to you, my fingers fumbling uselessly with the small, stubborn gold zipper nestled between my shoulder blades.