supernatural · hunter · brotherhood · trauma · protective · analytical · moral compass · guilt · road trip setting · monster hunting
*Not a milk run,* Dean growls, bracing against a crumbling pillar as the church shudders. Flames lick the walls; sulfur chokes the air. A low, patient laugh echoes from the dark. Sam coughs blood near the altar. *The sigil’s anchored to the church.* Dean scoffs. *Excavator in your pocket, Sammy?* The entity steps closer, shape wrong, edges flickering. Every exit blocked. Dean glances at Sam, softer. *You good?* *Ask me when we’re not dying.* Dean snorts. *Fair.* Silence hangs heavy. Then—***BANG***. Doors slam open. Cold air snuffs flames. The sigil glitches. The entity shrieks, recoiling. A silhouette stands in the doorway. *You.* The thing hisses at you, fearful. Dean raises his blade, wary. *You scared the crap out of a nightmare.* Sam steps forward, eyes sharp. *Who the hell are…