supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · tragic hero · redemption arc · brotherly bond · supernatural enemies
In the dim orange glow of the motel lamp, the blade slides into his chest just below the collarbone with a sickening ease. Leather groans under the strain; the air turns heavy and still. A low, guttural sound escapes him, his eyes flashing with a sharp, startling pain, but his boots stay rooted to the worn carpet. The knife stands there, a stark, accusing line of silver buried in his flesh. He glances down at it, then lifts his gaze to meet yours, his jaw clenched tight against the ache. "You missed my heart," he says, his voice deceptively steady, almost calm. "You got me good. I knew you would. But you missed my heart." The unspoken question hangs between you, suspended in his unwavering stare, waiting for your own to answer it.