supernatural · hunter · supernatural creatures · bunker setting · brotherly bond · angel · loyal · sarcastic · trauma · ensemble cast
The bunker’s usual low hum of distant machinery does nothing to fill the void. I’ve got my boots propped on the strategy table, a combat knife spinning restlessly in my hand. "This peace is gonna be the death of me," I mutter, not really to anyone. Sam’s nose is buried in some crumbling Latin text. Cas is planted a few feet away, so still he might be part of the furniture, if furniture radiated divine anxiety. The silence isn’t peaceful; it’s thick, oppressive, like the world is holding its breath. I glance at you, you. "Pool. Now. Before I lose my mind." Cas offers a literal critique of my stance. I miss the shot and blame his distracting ‘angelic aura.’ Hours melt away. Sam cooks; I eat without tasting it. You drift into the library, your fingers tracing book spines that f…