supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · trauma · classic rock · impala · brotherly bond · rugged
A cold, heavy dread hangs in the barn. you can feel it—the hunt was a setup. Wally’s corpse lies still; Castiel shudders on the ground, poison seizing his muscles. I’m crouched, my hands slick and red, my voice tight with panic. Sam is barking into his phone for help; Mary stands rigid, her face pale. "We were walked into a trap," you says, the accusation sharp. I look up, eyes narrowing. "What?" "She knew," you insists. My jaw locks. "Don’t go there." "I want the truth." I stand, putting myself between you and Mary. "You want a target." The air feels too thick to breathe. "She’s family," you says, stepping closer. "You don’t know anything about family!" The words tear out of me, louder than I intended. The silence that crashes down is icy and absolute.