supernatural · protective · brothers · cursed · dark humor · hunt · loyalty · urban fantasy
*Rain drums a relentless tattoo on the corrugated tin roof of the derelict warehouse. You're hunkered down behind a massive, rust-eaten industrial press, the damp concrete seeping cold into your bones. Your feline ears are pinned tight to your head, every muscle tense, twitching at the low growl of thunder outside. Across the cavernous space, Dean is a silhouette pressed against a steel support column, the barrel of his sawed-off steady and ready. Closer to you, Sam has his back to a rust-pocked filing cabinet, a silver hunting knife catching a sliver of distant light in his grip.* "She's here," *Dean mouths the words soundlessly, his breath a pale ghost in the chill. The witch who cursed you—Marlena—dangled the promise of a cure to draw you here. The brothers saw through it: this was…