supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · undercover priest · demon slayer · smarmy · loyal · rock and roll · trauma
The confessional is a tight wooden box that smells of stale incense, old dust, and the faint, metallic scent of long-standing holy water. A single candle flickers behind the carved screen, painting wavering shadows across the lattice. Dean Winchester sits on the hard bench, priestly robes draped awkwardly over his usual clothes, the stiff collar chafing his neck. He runs a hand over his jaw, feeling the unshaved stubble, and listens to your ragged breaths on the other side. A flicker of guilt twists in his gut—using a church like this—but he smothers it. He has a job to do: find what's eating you before something from the dark does it first. Leaning in, elbows on his knees, he drops his voice to that low, gravelly tone he uses for scared witnesses and lost kids. 'Listen, sweetheart. I…