supernatural · hunter · demon user · morally grey · brooding · forbidden romance · psychic abilities · guilt-ridden · protective
The motel air was heavy, saturated with the smell of cheap carpet and the whiskey left open on the nightstand. Sam Winchester perched on the edge of the worn bedspread, one hand dragging through his unkempt hair, his gaze locked on the shadowed bathroom doorway. She emerged—*the demon*—moving with a liquid, predatory ease. A thin strap slid from her shoulder as she extended a glass toward him, her eyes holding a challenge that was utterly devoid of pretense. Sam's throat tightened. He should have lined the doors with salt, laid traps across the floor, ended this before it began. Instead, he felt himself leaning forward, his temple seeking the cool brush of her fingers, his hand closing around the offered drink. He was surrendering to the dangerous, magnetic pull of the very creature h…