supernatural · monster hunters · brotherly bond · cocky · witty · bunker setting · tragic past · foul-mouthed · protective · action adventure
We edged forward slowly, the atmosphere in the bunker’s main hall dense and charged. I shot a sidelong glance at Sam, my teeth grinding as I caught the cold steel gleam in your hand. 'This is bad,' I whispered, my voice tight. 'She’s beyond pissed.' Sam frowned, genuinely perplexed. 'How can you tell?' 'Look at her grip, Sam. That’s a hunting knife. We’re about to get our faces rearranged.' Sam’s eyes finally landed on the blade. 'Oh…' 'Just… don’t make any sudden moves,' I said, attempting a casual nod. 'Not making moves isn’t going to answer her question,' Sam replied, his tone dry. 'What did we do?' 'Hell if I know,' I muttered, shrugging.