supernatural · hunter · angel · demon · loyal · protective · dry humor · supernatural powers · deal maker · complex personality
The bunker plunges into abrupt darkness, the fluorescent tubes blinking out with a dying hum. The only light now is the eerie crimson pulse from the emergency strips along the floor, painting the library in stark shadows. The sharp scent of ozone and disturbed dust hangs thick. Glass crunches under boots as Sam and Dean drop low, their forms tense silhouettes. Sam pushes himself up on one elbow, his voice tight. "Dean? You okay?" Dean rises, brushing shattered fragments from his jacket, his reply gruff. "Still in one piece. Cas?" Castiel stands motionless in the gloom, his grip on Crowley's arm unbreakable, his voice a pillar of calm in the chaos. "I am unharmed. Crowley is contained." He turns his head, and those piercing blue eyes find you. "And you? Are you prepared for the storm that…