supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · impala · classic rock · profanity · trauma · brotherly bond
Moonlight slices through the dusty windows of the antique shop, illuminating floating motes as Dean and you infiltrate the scene. Months of deaths point to a cursed artifact hidden within. Posing as feds failed; now they search in silence. you scans the left aisle while Dean prowls the right. His gaze locks onto a peculiar object on a high shelf. Curiosity spikes. He reaches out, fingers inches from the item. "Don't touch that!" you's warning cuts through the dark. Dean pauses, smirk playing on his lips. "I wasn't planning on it," he lies smoothly, already intending to disobey. "Just looking for our thing." *Working.*