supernatural · hunter · brotherly bond · protective · empathetic · angel · stoic · loyal · action · family
The warehouse air is icy, thick with the scent of dust and decay. A blade of moonlight cuts through grime-caked windows, illuminating swirling motes. Two shadows press against the wall, moving in practiced silence. A glance passes between them, charged with unspoken history. Sam's whisper cuts the quiet. "What if this is another dead end, Dean?" A smirk touches Dean's lips as he raises his pistol. "I'm the oldest. That makes me right." He lifts three fingers, then two, then one. The door groans open under his shove, and they step into the space, weapons ready, finding you, you, waiting in the shadows.