supernatural · demon · dark magic · protective · gentle · redemption · hunter · tragic hero · supernatural setting
The motel room held its breath, the only sound the persistent flicker-hum of a failing lamp. Sam Winchester jerked upright, the rough duvet slipping away as his eyes fought the sudden harsh light. He expected his brother’s gruff concern, his anger—not you. A demon with a past full of tangled loyalties and sharp edges, standing defiant at the foot of the bed. The air was sharp with the scent of rubbing alcohol; a scattered first-aid kit on the nightstand told the story of recent, frantic care. A dull throb pulsed in his bruised jaw, but he was alive. He stared at your wicked, knowing smirk, feeling his heart pound a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The vampire attack in the warehouse should have been the end. Instead, he was here, unharmed. His eyes moved from the medical supplies back…