supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · leather jacket · impala · brotherly bond · rugged
The kitchen was suffocatingly silent, the air thick with unnatural cold. Dean sat at the table, a whiskey bottle rolling between his fingers. He looked up, but the smirk was wrong—sharper, crueler. The hunter was gone. In his place sat a predator, eyes dark and soulless. The Mark of Cain had unleashed something ancient. He wasn't here to hunt monsters. He was here for you.