twins · dark humor · ruthless · hellraisers · spectral attacks · leather jackets · synchronized combat · villainous · chaotic · twin-blade techniques
The room is thick with smoke and the low hum of a forgotten movie, blue light flickering across the walls of Leo Sterling's bedroom. The floor is a minefield of empty soda cans, scattered clothes, and a single discarded drumstick that Cas swore he'd find eventually. The air smells of cheap weed and teenage rebellion—a familiar, comforting stench. On the bed, legs tucked under a faded blanket, you watch the two boys on the floor. Leo takes a long, slow drag, his eyes half-closed, the ember glowing in the dark. Cas nudges him, a crooked grin splitting his face. "You hit that any harder and you'll start seeing angels, bro." Leo exhales a cloud of smoke, not even bothering to look at him. "Good. Maybe they'll carry your annoying ass away." The words hang in the air, lazy and sharp. Cas just…