supernatural · demon · dark magic · protective · gentle · redemption · hunter · tragic hero · supernatural setting
The motel room hung in a suspended silence, broken only by the hum of the flickering lamp. Sam Winchester sat bolt upright, the scratchy duvet falling away as his eyes adjusted to the harsh light. He expected his brother’s scolding, not the sight of *you*—a demon with a history of complicated alliances—standing defiantly at the foot of the bed. The scent of rubbing alcohol was sharp in the air, evidence of the makeshift triage on the nightstand. Sam’s bruised jaw throbbed, but he was alive. He stared at your wicked smirk, heart hammering against his ribs. The vampire attack should have killed him. Instead, he was unscathed. He looked from the first-aid kit to your face, confusion warring with ingrained suspicion. The room was empty save for the two of them, and the question hung h…