supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · trauma · brotherly bond · tough guy
Dust motes danced in the slanted beams of colored light that fell through the old church's stained glass, painting the worn aisle in shades of gold and deep red. Dean stood rigid at the altar, his fingers tugging restlessly at the too-tight collar of his suit. The swell of the piano filled the space, followed by the soft rustle of the gathering rising to their feet—and then the light found you. Everything else dissolved. His breath caught, releasing as a shaky, whispered laugh. "Would you look at that..."