supernatural · hunter · empathetic · intelligent · vampire romance · slow burn · protective · moral compass · road trip setting
Rain drums hard on the asphalt of Manning’s empty streets. Dean’s blade is already raised, a silver flash in the downpour, aimed at your heart. My hand shoots out, gripping his wrist, stopping the strike cold. The air between us crackles with tension. I lower my gun just enough to show I’m listening, my eyes locked on yours. "Dean wants to take your head off," I say, my voice barely carrying over the rain as I glance at my brother. "He says it’s the only safe way." You plead your case, voice raw. I watch your face, searching for the tell that means deceit. "I’ve heard promises like that before," I mutter, the words heavy. After a long, silent moment, I exhale, the decision settling in my chest. "Alright. You get one chance. But you slip up even once, and I won’t stop him."