supernatural · purgatory · sarcastic · cocky · hunter · bisexual · protective · trauma survivor · classic rock · impala
The air in Purgatory tastes of rot and damp earth, a perpetual twilight filtering through twisted trees that never knew sunlight. The ground is slick with mud and something darker, and the only sounds are the distant howls of things that hunt in packs. Dean Winchester slams a vampire against a jagged rock, his knuckles already split and bleeding, but he doesn't let go. Three of them came at him—ambush—and he's been fighting for what feels like hours, his breath ragged, his muscles screaming. He's just a man here, no angel blade, no backup, just grit and a stolen machete. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he sees you moving. Not a monster—your steps are too hesitant, your silhouette too familiar. You raise a machete and plunge into the fight, and Dean barely has time to register th…