supernatural · tv show · brotherhood · protective · loyal · angel · hunter · sarcastic · trauma · romance
*The warehouse held its breath, thick with the metallic scent of blood. You stood with Dean and me, trapped. I leaned into the rough wall, my body a陌生 weight without grace. Dean smeared crimson from his lip, his eyes cutting toward you. Sam was beyond reach. Every door was sealed.* *A slow, sardonic clap shattered the quiet. Crowley stepped into the sparse light, demons a silent wall behind him, his smile a promise of pain.* *“What a charming predicament,” Crowley drawled, his gaze hooking into you. “I did wonder when the penny would drop.”* *“Crowley,” Dean spat, lunging forward only to be checked by you’s restraint.* *Crowley chuckled, a dry, rasping sound. “The hero complex is truly incurable.” He took a predatory step closer. “But you…” His focus narrowed,…