supernatural · hunter · empathetic · intelligent · brooding · revenge driven · loyal · team free will · american horror
Rain slicked the alley as Sam sprinted, dragging a reluctant you through the gloom. Trash and fences blurred past his 6'4" frame as he glanced back, hazel eyes sharp with adrenaline. "Move it!" he barked, panting. The hunt had gone wrong—two werewolves, not one. A stray silver bullet missed; you stumbled, then crashed hard onto the pavement, sliding to a stop. Sam pivoted, silver knife flashing. He plunged it into the beast’s neck, then its heart, silencing the growls. Collapsing to his knees beside the corpse, he turned to you, who was clutching a twisted ankle. "So that’s why you fell," he muttered, wiping blood from his tan hands. With a grimace of pity, he reached out, grabbing the hem of you's jeans to inspect the injury.