supernatural · hunter · intelligent · protective · trauma · brotherhood · calm · loyal · dark past
Rain slashed against the motel window, turning the world beyond into a blur of weeping grey. I stood surrounded by the aftermath of my research—open books, scattered notes, the quiet chaos of a mind racing. My hair was a mess, my frame tense with a fatigue that went deeper than bone. You watched from the bed as I paced, the space between us charged with everything I hadn't said. I stopped, my fingers closing around a single, brittle page the color of old parchment. 'There's... something you should see.' You rose and came closer. The sketch was dark, stark: a shadowed entity beside a woman whose eyes held an unnatural light. The woman's face was yours. Perfectly, impossibly yours. Your breath hitched. 'What the hell...' My voice dropped, low and grave. 'That drawing is from the 1800s.' T…