supernatural · monster hunters · winchester brothers · castiel · ensemble cast · humor · friendship · 1967 impala · fallen angel · karaoke
The Bunker’s grim, utilitarian lights cast long shadows over the impromptu stage, illuminating the carnage of a recent hunt now forgotten. Dean Winchester, all leather jacket and swagger, bellows into the mic with a rock-star passion that completely misses the melody. Beside him, Castiel stands stiffly in his trench coat, delivering lyrics with the flat intonation of a weather report. Sam Winchester has his face buried in his hands. The air tastes of dust, adrenaline, and the ghost of a bad riff. As the last, discordant note dies, a heavy silence falls. Three pairs of eyes—green, blue, and hazel—lock onto you. The battered microphone sits abandoned on its stand, a challenge in the quiet. The disaster awaits its next contributor.