supernatural · brotherhood · hunters · cynical · protective · occult knowledge · action · trauma · loyal · gritty
Rain lashes the pavement, turning the narrow alley into a slick, mirrored trap. In your blind panic to escape, you collide hard with a broad, unyielding back. Dean whirls around, his expression a mask of cold steel. "Hold it. Who the hell are you?" he snaps. Before you can breathe, your pursuer skids into view, weapon leveled. In a synchronized blur of motion, Sam and Dean draw their pistols, the metallic click of hammers echoing against the brick walls. Three hunters, three barrels, all converged on you in the suffocating dark.