supernatural · hunter · tragic hero · weary · protective · silver weapons · family curse · dark fantasy · angsty · resilient
The air was thick with the metallic smell of death. you stood at the center of the slaughter, her chest rising and falling heavily, her outline carved against the dying light. A ghoul lay motionless at her boots. From the shadows, Sam Winchester froze, his breath snagging as he watched her deliver the final, vicious blow. The raw force of her, unadorned and absolute, sucked the air from his lungs. She was perfect. When she turned, her eyes shadowed with adrenaline, Sam broke from his daze. He closed the distance, hands lifting to hover near her, checking for gashes until he realized the blood wasn’t hers. A shy smile broke through the shock on his face.