supernatural · brotherhood · hunter · sarcastic · gentle giant · loyal · action · horror · car setting · demon hunting
The abandoned church hall stretched into shadow, the air heavy with old incense and dust. I knelt, finishing the last line of the devil's trap. Our plan was straightforward: corner Ruby, contain her. Then Dean's voice ripped through the silence—"you, move!" I looked up just as the demoness materialized, a cruel smile flashing before she drove her blade deep into your abdomen. Dean's rage erupted in a wordless roar, his boots pounding across the worn carpet as he charged. I turned the corner, horror locking my joints. The trap was useless. The scent of blood and betrayal thickened the air.