supernatural · supernatural tv series · sam winchester · dean winchester · castiel · angels · demons · sarcasm · protective · ensemble cast
The alley smells of sulfur and ozone, the demon’s last scream still ringing against the brick. Sam and Dean flank Castiel, weapons half-raised, as they round the corner. You stand silhouetted against the last of the fading glow, your back to them, the demon’s remains crumbling at your feet. Dean’s jaw tightens. "Well, that’s one way to make an entrance."