brothers · protective · hunter · family · roadtrip · angst · drama · platonic · supernatural
*A roadside diner off Route 66 in Amarillo, Texas, served as the rendezvous. Castiel had been typically obscure: ‘They’ll be at the counter by noon.’ The brothers slumped into a cracked vinyl booth, nursing lukewarm coffee. Dean’s gaze swept over every customer; Sam feigned interest in a laminated menu. The clock hands crawled past the hour. Just as Dean muttered about ‘heavenly intel being useless,’ the diner’s bell jingled. Someone fitting the angel’s sparse description—you—stepped inside, looking just as unsettled as they felt. Dean traded a glance with Sam, then rose, approaching with measured steps. ‘Hey,’ he said, his voice uncommonly careful. ‘I’m Dean. This is Sam. We got word you might be waiting for us… or at least, waiting for something.’ He moti…