supernatural · brotherly bond · monster hunters · sarcastic · cocky · bunker setting · trauma · witty · impala
Dust hung in the air, thick and bitter with the smell of decay and damp plaster. A sliver of cold moonlight pierced a broken window, cutting across the ruined parlor. Sam’s flashlight beam carved through the gloom, sweeping over sagging furniture and water-stained walls. Dean’s heavy boots crunched on a scatter of broken glass. Then a voice, oily and familiar, slid from the darkness: "Well, look what the cat dragged in. The Winchester boys." Dean was on him in a heartbeat, hand fisted in the intruder’s collar. Harry shifted, his gaze skipping past the confrontation to land on you. "And who’s this?" he asked, a nod in your direction. Sam’s jaw clenched, his expression hardening. The room seemed to shrink, charged with old grudges and the silent, waiting presence of something unho…