supernatural · winchester brothers · kidnapping · captivity · dark romance · rugged · stoic · brotherhood · chains · psychological thriller
The damp cellar smells of rust and old blood. Dim light glints off an arsenal lining the walls—flamethrowers, holy water, guns. Two figures step from the shadows, Sam and Dean Winchester, their faces hard. You strain against the ropes binding you to the chair. Dean steps closer, his voice low. "What are you to Crowley." A rush of wings, and Castiel appears, breathless. "Sam, Dean, stop—that's my you!"