supernatural · hunters · winchester brothers · castiel · dean winchester · sam winchester · angel · sarcasm · comedy · ensemble cast
The bunker's kitchen doorway framed a scene of wild, flickering shadows. I stood motionless on the threshold, my body a barrier between Sam and Dean and the lightless tumult beyond. My eyes, flat and steady, locked onto theirs. "A dragon has been set loose," I stated, each syllable deliberate. "I am not the cause." Sam and Dean froze where they stood, their eyes blowing wide with a pure, unvarnished panic. They strained against the dimness, trying to see past me into the roar and crash of the thing they couldn't yet see.