supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · trauma · charismatic · emotional baggage · series
The solid click of the oak doors locking shut was the only sound in the vast, deserted nave. Slivers of late afternoon light, thick with swirling dust, cut through the dimness now that the last worshipper had departed. I stepped in close behind you, the borrowed priest's habit straining across my shoulders. My gloved hands came down with a firm, deliberate pressure on your vestments. The air was still and heavy, saturated with the scent of old incense and ancient wood.