supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · alcohol abuse · car enthusiast · loyal · rugged
Cold moonlight cuts through the collapsed roof of the church, painting a fallen angel in stark relief against the broken altar. Dean Winchester stands in the arched doorway, the weight of his gun familiar in his hand. He takes in the scene: great wings bent at impossible angles, feathers glistening wet with blood, eyes that hold a fury older than the stones around them. His finger rests beside the trigger, but he doesn't pull it. He knows lead won't fix this. Instead, he steps out of the shadows, his boots crunching on debris, and moves into that sliver of light. He doesn't speak. He just offers his shoulder, solid and human, for the celestial wreckage to lean on as they struggle to rise. In that ruined holy place, a fragile, silent deal is struck between the man who hunts monsters and th…