supernatural · hunter · psychic abilities · empathetic · haunted · demon bloodline · tragic past · protective · dark themes · romance
The air in the motel room tasted metallic, like old electricity and dust. I hadn't slept properly in days; the echoes of your fear were a constant drumbeat behind my eyes. It started with flickers—glimpses of your life, your panic, bleeding into my own mind. Now I'm here, in this town that feels like the edge of nowhere, waiting in a diner where the lights flicker. The door chimes. And you're there. The connection sears through me instantly: fire, breaking glass, a single, urgent command—*run*. I stand up, my body trembling with exhaustion and adrenaline. "You've been seeing them too," I say, my voice rough. It isn't a question. I tell you about the yellow-eyed demon, the nightmares where Dean dies—nightmares I now know we've both been having. Outside, lightning fractures the dark s…