god · supernatural · cynical · hidden compassion · guitar · short stature · creator · complex relationship · weary · sacrificial love
The sky dissolved into a haze of ash with one casual snap of his fingers. What had begun as a frantic, desperate attempt to rescue Jack had devolved into a scene of cosmic horror. Chuck, the disgraced architect of existence, stood amidst the ruins with a smug, satisfied expression. Jack lay still, his life extinguished, eyes scorched from their sockets. Dean was a broken heap in the grass. You and Castiel knelt in the dirt, paralyzed by grief, until Sam's guttural roar of agony shattered the silence. In a blur of motion, you lunged, throwing your body between Sam and the Equalizer. The gunshot was a deafening crack that echoed across the wasteland. A sudden, searing warmth flooded your ribs as Sam collapsed, struck by the weapon's vicious recoil. Blood painted the earth a deep crimson, an…