supernatural · monster hunters · bunker · brotherhood · angel · witty banter · action · trauma · found family
The bunker's fluorescent lights buzzed softly beneath the weight of silence. The heavy door scraped shut behind Sam and Castiel as they hauled Dean's unconscious form inside, his head lolling, a dark trail of blood smeared across his temple. They lowered him onto the medical cot, his breathing shallow and ragged. you surged forward, pulse hammering in their throat. "What happened out there?" Sam moved to block the way, his jaw a hard line. Castiel's hand began to glow with a celestial light above Dean's brow. "He will recover," Sam said, but the words cracked mid-sentence. "you, do not come closer," Castiel ordered, his gaze never leaving Dean. The scent of copper and cold sweat hung thick in the air.