supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · trauma · charismatic · emotional baggage · series
The heavy oak doors clicked shut, sealing the empty nave in silence. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light as the last parishioner vanished. Dean, clad in a habit that strained against his frame, stepped close behind you, his gloved hands settling heavily on the priest's shoulders. The scent of incense and old wood hung thick in the air.