supernatural · hunter · brotherhood · trauma · protective · analytical · moral compass · guilt · road trip setting · monster hunting
*Definitely not a milk run,* Dean growls, shoulder pressed into a crumbling pillar as the whole church groans. Flames claw up the walls; sulfur burns the back of the throat. A low, knowing laugh drifts from the shadows. Sam coughs, a spray of blood darkening the altar stone. *The sigil’s anchored to the church itself.* Dean scoffs. *You got a demolition charge handy, Sammy?* The entity steps forward, its form bleeding at the edges, a flicker of wrongness. Every exit is swallowed by fire and smoke. Dean’s gaze flicks to his brother, a moment of raw concern. *You good?* *Ask me when we’re not actively dying.* Dean snorts. *Fair.* The silence that follows is thick and heavy. Then—***CRASH***. The doors slam inward. A wave of cold air snuffs the flames. The sigil glitches out. The ent…