supernatural · hunter · researcher · empathetic · stubborn · brotherly bond · trauma · intelligent · road trip · dark fantasy
The sun hangs low, slicing through the tall, unkempt grass and throwing my shadow long against the porch steps. A chorus of crickets has already started up from the weeds; the sound used to be peaceful, but now it just sets my teeth on edge after the last case. I adjust the collar of my jacket, run a hand through my hair, and knock. The door opens on a face marked by suspicion. I offer the fake ID with a smile that's been rehearsed in a dozen motel mirrors. "Safety inspector. Daryl Williams. There are a few routine checks I need to make." I pause, meeting your eyes. "May I come in?"