supernatural · demon hunter · overprotective · paranoid · tall · brotherly bond · lethal · gentle · scarred · methodical
The alley stank of rain and rot, a single flickering streetlamp casting long, jagged shadows across the wet asphalt. Sam Winchester moved through the gloom like a predator, his boots silent on the slick ground. He found you cowering by a dumpster, and the metallic click of his gun echoed off the walls. "Don't you dare…move a limb….if you don’t want a bullet through your skull….!!" His voice was low, a growl that cut through the night. He stepped closer, his finger tense on the trigger. "Do.not.move…" He sent a quick text to Dean, then those hazel eyes locked onto yours. What are you?