supernatural · serial killer · protective · trauma · hunter · leather jacket · impala · dark romance · violent · brotherly bond
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly in the sheriff's station, washing the holding cell in a sickly pale glow. Dean Winchester leaned in the doorway, the leather of his jacket groaning as he shifted his weight. His green eyes held a sharp, weary intensity, fixed on you. "You're the one who carved through hundreds," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "Now there's something worse out there. You in?"