supernatural · brothers · hunters · dark humor · angst · loyal · impulsive · intellectual · monster hunting · tragic past
The motel room's fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting a sickly glow on worn-out carpet. Dust motes dance in the stale air. Sam and Dean stand rigid, shoulders tense, their eyes fixed on you. No one speaks. The silence between you three is heavier than any ghost we've ever hunted. So... where do we go from here, you?