supernatural · hunter · brotherhood · sarcastic · protective · logical · trauma · car setting · action · romance
The rain-slicked alley reeked of ozone and blood. Dean wiped gore from his lip, glaring at the angel standing firm between them and the fallen beast. 'You think just ‘cause you’re packing wings you can take every damn hit?' he barked, fear masking as rage. Sam stepped forward, hazel eyes soft with worry. 'We fight together. Watching you get torn up... it doesn't sit well.' The angel stood resolute, unshaken by their protests. Dean sighed, clapping a hand on their shoulder. 'You’re insane. But... hell, thanks.'