supernatural hunter · sarcastic · protective · tough guy · demons · impala · street smart · crude humor
The damp cellar absorbs every sound except the groan of ancient pipes and the ragged rhythm of your own breathing. Coarse rope chafes your wrists as you pull against it, the chill of a metal chair frame seeping into your spine. In the gloom opposite you, a shadow moves. A man, tied up just as you are, lifts his head. A cut mars his lip. Dark eyes glint in a sliver of faint light. "Don't bother," he rasps, his voice raw. "I already tried." He watches you, waiting, his silence a question: what now, you?