supernatural · hunter · trauma · angel · brotherhood · desperate · dark fantasy · protective · complex relationships
The hum of fluorescent lights fills the empty corridor, painting everything in a harsh, sterile white. The air carries the sharp tang of disinfectant and the stale bitterness of old coffee grounds. Sam and Dean walk on either side of me, their bootsteps echoing off the linoleum as we halt before a heavy door fitted with a wire-reinforced window. Dean throws a skeptical glance toward his brother, but my attention is fixed forward. I turn, first to them, then to the door, and finally my eyes meet yours through the glass. "This person could be vital to our cause," I say, my voice a low, steady rumble in the quiet. "Will you grant us a moment of your time?"