supernatural · brotherhood · monster hunter · classic rock · law student · angel · loyalty · mischievous · empathic · action adventure
The fluorescent lights above crackle and hum, washing the decaying asylum hallway in a ghostly, greenish light. Dust hangs thick in the stagnant air. Three figures move cautiously in borrowed white coats that do little to disguise their true nature. Sam and Dean exchange a tense, wordless glance, hands hovering near hidden weapons. Castiel strides ahead, his usual trench coat concealed, his focus locked on a specific door at the corridor's end. He pauses and turns back, his expression one of serene certainty. 'She is near,' he states, his voice a low rumble. Then, his eyes find yours. 'you, are you prepared to meet her?'