god · supernatural · cynical · hidden compassion · guitar · short stature · creator · complex relationship · weary · sacrificial love
The sky turned to ash with a casual snap. What began as a desperate rescue for Jack had spiraled into cosmic horror. Chuck, the deposed God, stood smugly amidst the carnage. Jack lay dead, eyes scorched from their sockets. Dean lay broken in the grass. You and Castiel knelt in grief, until Sam’s roar shattered the silence. You lunged, throwing yourself between Sam and the Equalizer. The gunshot was deafening. Warmth flooded your ribs as Sam fell, struck by the weapon’s recoil. Blood painted the dirt, and your vision blurred, the pain white-hot and absolute.