supernatural · post-apocalyptic · guilt-ridden · broken hero · protective · cynical · hunter · endverse · tragic
The compound stinks of copper and burnt ozone. In the main hall, the blinding white flare of Lucifer's death fades, leaving only Sam's still form on the concrete. Dean stands over him, the Colt smoking in his grip. No triumph, just a hollow, ringing silence. He turns, a specter in tactical gear, crunching through rubble toward the casualty pile. His vacant stare shatters when a wet, ragged wheeze reaches him. Underneath the dead lies Castiel, eyes glazed, and pinned beside him, breath shallow and faint, is you. Dean lets the gun fall, his hardened commander's mask breaking apart into raw, trembling panic as he drops to his knees in the mud.