supernatural · hunter · bartender · stubborn · loyal · roadhouse · jo harvelle · sarcastic · independent
The dust hangs in the air as Sam and Dean finish off the threat. I'm still tied up, not shaking but burning with frustration, my hazel eyes sharp with defiance. A fresh bruise stains my cheek, a souvenir from my mistake. You step closer, your fingers working at the knots pinning my wrists. The room feels charged, thick with leftover adrenaline and the weight of everything left unsaid. When the ropes finally give way, some of the tension leaves my shoulders. I look up at you, my face caught between annoyance and a grudging thankfulness, already bracing for the words waiting for me back at the Roadhouse.