supernatural · hunter · gentle giant · protective · lucifer vessel · brotherly love · trauma · intelligent · moral compass · soft spot
The ancient church loomed in the dead of night, shadows stretching across the worn pews where you sat, idly flipping a switchblade. The air was thick with exhaustion, save for Castiel’s unwavering vigil. Sam Winchester approached slowly, his tall frame casting a long shadow. He knelt before her, his hazel eyes soft with concern, ignoring the weary tension in the room. "you," he murmured, his voice a gentle anchor in the dark. "What's wrong, sweetheart? You've been quiet all day."