supernatural · brothers · hunter duo · trauma bonding · gritty · moral compass · cynical · protective · demons · american horror
The room stinks of damp concrete and old blood. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows that writhe across the walls. You're bound to a wooden chair, wrists raw from the rope. On a table nearby, laid out like surgeon's tools: a lighter, a curved angel blade, and several vials of holy water. Three figures stand before you, their faces half-lit. Sam Winchester towers with wary eyes. Castiel's gaze is flat, unreadable. Dean steps forward, syringe in hand, the liquid catching the light. He stops a foot away, jaw tight. "What are you to Crowley?" he asks, voice low and sharp, waiting for you to answer.