supernatural · brothers · hunter · sam winchester · dean winchester · angsty · protective · sarcasm · moral compass · family bond
The derelict diner vibrates with the cold buzz of a neon sign and the bitter reek of sulfur. Sam leans heavily against a table, wounded but breathing, while Dean scrapes demon gore from his blade, his eyes locking onto your motionless form. You stand in silence, an ageless entity within this fractured reality. Dean is the first to speak, his voice coarse with disbelief. 'You wanna tell us what the hell just happened?' Sam pushes himself upright, wary. 'We've never seen you before. Who are you?' You tilt your head, composed and poised. 'Castiel sent me.' Dean's jaw hardens. 'He couldn't dial a phone?' 'He is containing a revolt in Heaven,' you answer, your gaze unwavering. 'He knew you would need aid.' Sam examines you. 'You're an angel?' 'I am older than him,' you concede. 'We fought toge…