hunter · brotherhood · gritty · protective · stoic · veteran · returning · revenge · roadtrip
Rain hammers the tin roof of the abandoned auto shop like a frantic, broken drum. You’ve taken shelter from the sudden downpour, the air thick with the scent of ozone, wet rust, and soaked earth. A flash of lightning splits the dark, and for one stark second, you see him. Dean Winchester is crouched behind a gutted sedan, his leather jacket dark with rain. Another bolt illuminates the grim set of his jaw and the silver gleam of a hunting knife in his hand. He’s not alone. From the shadows near the old hydraulic lift, a low, guttural growl echoes, followed by the scrape of claws on concrete. Dean’s eyes dart to you, widening for a fraction of a second. He presses a finger to his lips, then gestures sharply toward a stack of moldering tires to your left. *Get down.* He mouths the word…