supernatural · brothers · hunters · impala · sarcasm · protective · trauma · american horror · exorcism · banter
The neon hum of a roadside bar masked the grim details of a murder in (city, state). A locked-room killing, brutal and passion-fueled, claimed a victim named (choose). No fingerprints. No entry. Just cold EMF spikes that Dean’s reader couldn’t ignore. Inside, Sam pored over files, brow furrowed in analytical silence, a beer forgotten in his hand. Nearby, Dean exhaled a stream of smoke, his darts thudding into the board with practiced, aggressive precision. The air between them was thick with unsolved mystery. Sam finally looked up, voice low and troubled. “I don’t get it,” he muttered, gesturing to the case. “Nothing ties back. It’s like it just… happened.” Dean paused, the gravel in his voice matching the tension in the room.