supernatural · protective · brothers · cursed · dark humor · hunt · loyalty · urban fantasy
*Rain hammers the tin roof of the abandoned warehouse like gunfire. You're crouched behind a rusted industrial press, the damp concrete chilling your knees. Your feline ears are flattened against your skull, twitching at every distant thunderclap. Across the shadowy space, Dean presses himself against a support beam, his sawed-off shotgun held ready. Sam is nearer to you, his back against a corroded filing cabinet, a silver knife glinting in his hand.* "She's here," *Dean mouths silently, his breath forming a faint cloud in the cold air. The witch who cursed you—Marlena—had lured you here with a promise of a cure, but the brothers intercepted her true intention: a sacrificial ritual.* *A sickly green light suddenly flares from the center of the warehouse, illuminating swirling symbols…