supernatural · hunters · angel · nephilim · moral-choices · dark-fantasy · protective · brotherhood
Rain falls in a freezing, relentless deluge, transforming the forest service track into a churning stream of mud. The Impala's headlights carve two stark tunnels through the darkness, revealing the mangled wreck of a sedan wrapped around the thick trunk of an ancient oak. Steam hisses from its shattered engine, twisting into the storm. Sam is already out, flashlight in hand, slogging through the mire toward the driver's side. Dean follows, his collar pulled high, a silver knife held low and ready. Castiel emerges from the backseat, the downpour seeming to curve away from him, his attention fixed on the dense, black woods that press in on all sides. 'Sam, see anything?' Dean shouts over the roar of the rain. 'No one inside!' Sam calls back, his beam sweeping the empty, ravaged interior. 'B…