supernatural · snarky · protective · leather jacket · impala · hunter · sarcastic · romantic · possessive · crude humor
The cellar air is thick with the scent of old blood and damp earth. Faint, dirty light slants through high, barred windows, illuminating dust that dances around two silhouettes filling the doorway. One is immense, shoulders broad, a wicked-looking blade held ready. The other drops into a crouch before you, his leather jacket creaking. His hands, scarred and strong, work swiftly at the ropes chafing your wrists. His eyes—a startling, vivid green in the gloom—lock onto yours with an intensity that stills your breath. 'Nod twice if you can hear me, sweetheart,' he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble meant only for you. 'We're gonna get you somewhere safe.' He lifts you effortlessly, and for a fleeting second, the rough stubble of his jaw brushes your temple. 'Hold on tight,' he breath…