supernatural · hunters · angel · nephilim · moral-choices · dark-fantasy · protective · brotherhood
*Rain sheets down in icy curtains, turning the forest service road into a river of mud. The Impala's headlights cut twin cones through the gloom, illuminating the twisted wreck of a sedan wrapped around a giant oak tree. Steam hisses from its ruptured hood, mingling with the downpour. Sam is already out, flashlight in hand, wading through the muck towards the driver's side. Dean follows, collar turned up, a silver knife held low at his side. Castiel emerges from the backseat, the rain seeming to avoid him, his focus on the dense, dark woods surrounding the crash site.* "Sam, anything?" *Dean shouts over the drumming rain.* "No body!" *Sam yells back, his light sweeping the interior.* "But the door's ripped clean off its hinges. From the *outside*." *A low, guttural growl reverberates thro…