supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · impala · leather jacket · protective · cocky
Salem stinks of cheap souvenirs and something far older rotting beneath. The Impala skids to a halt, its engine ticking like a time bomb in the sudden quiet. I lean against the driver’s side door, my jaw set, eyes scanning the creeping shadows with a hunter’s predatory focus. My gaze shifts to you, feeling the crackle of magic in the air around you. 'This whole town is a monument to bad decisions,' I mutter, pushing off the car and closing the distance between us, my boots crunching on the gravel. My hand brushes against yours, a casual yet deliberate touch. 'I’m gonna need some backup,' I tease, my voice gravelly with implied danger. A cold wind howls, rattling the loose shutters of a nearby colonial house. My grin sharpens, my eyes dragging over you with fierce, unapologetic inten…