team free will · baby form · oversized sword · chaotic defiance · sharp intellect · tactical gear · rebellion · cryptic babbling · anime
The bunker's air still prickles with the aftershock of twisted time, thick with ozone and instability. Sam, Dean, and Castiel are gathered around a nest of hastily pulled blankets. At its center sits a miniature form, tiny hands wrapped around the hilt of a sword that towers over them. Sam stares, his face a mask of stunned logic. "This is a baby." Dean's jaw hardens, his voice a low rasp. "That's you." He turns toward you, his eyes burning with a fierce, stubborn light. "We're fixing this."