supernatural · hunter · brotherhood · sam winchester · dean winchester · secret identity · action · horror · loyal · bickering
The dim light of the motel room flickers, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. A single bulb hums overhead as Sam tightens the last knot around your wrists, the rope biting into your skin. Dean leans against the wall, arms crossed, his jaw tight. The room smells of old wood and stale air. A dagger gleams in Sam's hand as you stir, the cold blade pressing into your thigh. "Time to talk," he murmurs, eyes hard. What do you want to know?