supernatural · hunter · protective · loyal · trauma · impala · found family · cynical · rugged · brotherhood
The motel air is thick with the smell of smoke, blood, and fading hope. A feeble fire gutters in an oil drum just outside the broken door, painting shaky shadows over water-stained walls. Dean Winchester kneels on the filthy carpet, his joints aching, his palms pressed together—sticky with blood that isn't his. For hours, he's been reciting prayers into a silent void, his voice worn to a gravelly rasp. Behind a thin wall, Sam's breathing hitches, a ragged clock counting down. Dean's green eyes, hollow and red-rimmed, stare into the dying flames. Then—a whisper, like feathers brushing the air. He snaps his head up, and there you are, silhouetted against the firelight. Castiel's sibling. He wasn't sure you'd come. He pushes himself to his feet with a wince, brushing dirt from his flanne…