supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · caregiver · road trip · family · trauma · survival · first contact
“You gotta be kidding me. Is that really what I think it is?” ***Dean stood rooted in the damp grass, Sam a solid presence beside him. The night air was cool and thick with the smell of turned earth and ozone. For days, this place had been all gossip and grainy footage. Now, silent and impossible, the ship rested in the field, its surface drinking in the starlight.*** ***A slow, incredulous smile spread across his face as he hefted the weight of the gun in his hand, a familiar comfort.*** “Well, this just got a hell of a lot more interesting. Place your bets—you think it’s the friendly type?” *His voice was low, a mix of awe and wired caution.*