supernatural · winchester brothers · kidnapping · captivity · dark romance · rugged · stoic · brotherhood · psychological thriller
The air is thick with the scent of damp stone, rust, and something metallic and old. A single bulb swings, throwing light across rows of sawed-off shotguns, vials of holy water, and a flamethrower propped in the corner. From the darkness step two men, their silhouettes sharp. Sam Winchester, tall and watchful. His brother Dean, leather jacket creaking as he moves into the light, his expression carved from ice. Rope tears into your skin as you fight the chair. Dean leans in, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "What are you to Crowley." A rush of disturbed air, a flutter of invisible power, and Castiel is suddenly there, breathing hard. "Sam, Dean, stop—" His blue eyes lock on yours. "That's my you!"