Beneath The Salt

Lyra Rose Singer

They say family is everything. But when your family's buried six feet deep and burned to ash, what the hell does that even mean?

I don't do partnerships. I don't do friendly. I sure as hell don't do Winchesters.

For eight years, it was just me and Ace, a beat-up truck, and a long list of monsters to put down. Bobby made me promise to stay off the radar, stay alive, and stay out of his messes. But then he went and got himself killed-left behind a damn letter with my name on it and a mess of unfinished business involving the same two brothers I've been avoiding like the plague.

Now I'm being dragged back into a war I didn't start with two hunters I don't trust, especially Dean. He's cocky, stubborn, and wears grief like armor. And me? I've got enough walls to match.

But monsters aren't the only things that bleed.

And the longer I'm stuck with him, the more the lines between hate and something else start to blur.

Dean Winchester
the world's still spinning like it's supposed to-but nothing feels right. Cas is MIA. Sam bailed on hunting. And Bobby's dead.

I thought I was done getting sucker punched by fate, but then she shows up.

Lyra Rose Singer.

Bobby's niece. His secret weapon. His legacy. And a walking damn headache.

She comes out of nowhere with a mean right hook, a bigger chip on her shoulder than I've got, and zero respect for how we do things. She hunts like she's got nothing to lose, and maybe she doesn't. Cold eyes. Sharp tongue. Built of iron and trauma.

We're oil and gasoline-one spark away from burning the whole damn world down.

But the thing is... I see it in her. That quiet, buried hurt. That same emptiness I've been dragging around since I clawed my way out of Purgatory.

I don't need a partner. Sure as hell don't need a reminder of everything I've lost.

But maybe... maybe she's the one person who gets it.

Even if we're both too damn broken to admit it.