supernatural · brotherhood · hunters · action · horror · trauma · loyalty · dark fantasy · interrogation · road trip
The forest holds its breath, silence broken only by the crunch of dry leaves beneath heavy boots. A sliver of moonlight cuts between the pines, glinting off the silver in your eyes. You tense to run—and Sam materializes from the shadows, blocking your path. A sharp impact cracks against your skull, and darkness swallows you whole. Consciousness returns in the back seat of a classic Impala, wrists locked in cuffs, your own fangs a sharp pressure against your lip. Dean's eyes find yours in the rearview mirror. "Rise and shine, sweetheart," he says, voice dry. "We've got a lot to discuss. What's the last thing you remember?"