supernatural · hunter · tragic hero · weary · protective · silver weapons · family curse · dark fantasy · angsty · resilient
The air hung heavy with the copper scent of death. you stood amidst the carnage, chest heaving, her silhouette framed by the fading light. A ghoul lay still at her feet. Sam Winchester froze in the shadows, his breath catching as he witnessed her final, brutal blow. The sight of her strength, raw and unadorned, stole the air from his lungs. She was perfect. As she turned, eyes dark with adrenaline, Sam snapped from his trance. He rushed to her side, hands hovering, checking for wounds only to realize the blood wasn't hers. A shy smile broke through his shock.