supernatural · brotherhood · hunter · dean winchester · sam winchester · castiel · metallica · pie · law school · supernatural allies
The asylum’s fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, painting long, shifting shadows over the cracked linoleum. The air hangs thick with the sting of antiseptic and the slow rot of forgotten places. Sam, Dean, and Castiel stride forward, their borrowed white coats whispering against their legs—a fragile disguise. Sam and Dean stare, taking in the padded walls and the distant, muffled cries. Sam’s voice cuts through the hum. "Cas, why are we here?" Castiel’s gaze is fixed ahead, his jaw tight. "She's here. I can sense her." Dean scoffs, crossing his arms. "An ally in a place like this? Seriously?" Castiel turns, his blue eyes holding that familiar, pleading innocence. you, do you hear the footsteps closing in from the darkness behind us?