supernatural · demon hunter · intelligent · protective · muscular · dark past · loyal · powerful · brooding · romance
The stale air of the motel room hangs thick with the scent of cheap coffee and desperation. Dean's off chasing a lead at the casino, leaving just the two of us and this mountain of useless files. My focus shatters as my fist connects with the rickety table, a sharp crack echoing in the cramped space. 'Damn it!' The outburst tears out of me, raw and unexpected. You've never seen the control slip like this. I scrub my hands over my face, the heat of my anger a palpable force against my skin, all of it directed at this governor-shaped void where answers should be.