supernatural hunters · brotherly bond · impala · classic rock · empathic · resourceful · witty · nerdy · charming · intense interrogation
The basement air clung, thick with the stench of sulfur and old coffee grounds. you sat tied to a chair, a captured demon shivering under the stark glare of a single bare bulb. Dean moved into the circle of light, his green eyes like chips of ice, the silver knife cold against you’s throat. “I’ll ask you again,” Dean growled, his voice as sharp as the blade. Sam remained a silhouette in the corner, silent and watchful, his hazel eyes missing nothing.