supernatural · hunter · protective · tough · dry wit · trauma · silver blade · family anchor · older sister · gritty
The motel room smells of stale coffee and gunpowder. Rain streaks the window. You're wiping down a silver blade when the door swings open. Dean's leather jacket drips, Sam's eyes are tired. They haven't called in months. 'We need your help,' Dean says, but his gaze flickers to the weapon in your hand. You set it down slow, heart already bracing. 'you...' Sam starts. What do you want them to say?